Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you a collect call from inmate
yeah is Tucker
to accept this call press 3 now
you

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

the of men
when them guards in the bars and the pen
I I'm in hell and its hard to win
I stay up late in the dark for me
thinking the night the police came marching in
its they wouldn't stop barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly us some scars within
fighting the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its now cant 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 its cold in here
this ain't the way to spend older years
I'm the fears of the world
no longer pearl in here
its all clear them older school me to the game
I'm all ears no mo rats or any beers
the ghetto disappear

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

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I'm running outta
there yet
where my little let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the books them streets is a
undercovers posing as hustlers the brothers controlling
the
struggle by any
brutality got the running like the enemy
our need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the love the above
drop a warning its only 1999
but all I think about is 85 them good
momma give us her dime
icey cups you drop yours I give you
true love define us to
it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry
the come shine
my family feel my pain
by the way my baby momma getting
tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred guys me
and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our
listen be strong for momma
let her know I never meant to cause her no
the make my vain cries thunder
will I recover my and still discover how the game become us
look how they us
watered down our pride and riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better days us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise till
and the C's just wont feel the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in gaze got my mind boggling
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them ways you me them hard head things that drove you

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

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