Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Correctional Facility
you have a collect call inmate
yeah is Tucker
to this call please press 3 now
you

[Turtle
hey sis let me speak to
who me on find all the drama
the system me in but then they took me under
I being another number
I wonder if I could dis criminal structure built to

the of men
when them come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in and its hard to win
I stay up late lying in the for me
thinking bout the night the police came in
its like they wouldn't stop in
asking what mob I'm in
try strictly left us some scars
fighting back the lyrics of a baptist him
its over now hold a child
a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now
baby your tears
a teacher mold ya peers
let em know its in here
this ain't the way to spend them older
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's in here
its all clear them older school me to the game
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the famous disappear

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they run up in my
and you from my world
now ya and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through
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sometimes I lay in my cell crying
hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail
trying to stay but I heard they mad me panic before
I thats what I got my family for behind bars

[Turtle
I'm running outta
momma yet
where my little let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the them streets is a motha
undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers
the
by any means
brutality got the police running like the
our need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the love the spirits
drop a warning sigh its only
but all I think about is 85 them times
momma us her last dime
icey cups you drop yours I give you
true love us to divine
calling it on pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come
my family feel my inside
by the way my momma getting married
tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred like me
and all we is precious minutes to reach our people our free
brother be strong for momma
let her know I never meant to her no drama
the pain my vain cries thunder
will I recover my name and discover how the game become us
look how they us
watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and
we gotta guide our younger theres better days us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's follow wont feel the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing time
them better in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them you raised me them hard head things that drove you

realize ya son took a lot of heart ya
its phone check time I'm gone momma I you

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