Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

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

the of men
them guards come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in and its hard to win
I stay up late in the dark for me
bout the night the police came marching in
its like they wouldn't barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly left us some within
back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its over now cant a child
mold a child scold a child or own a a soldier now
hold your tears
become a mold ya peers
let em know its in here
this the way to spend them older years
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats school me to the
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the ghetto famous

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they run up in my
and took you from my
now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain your going through
[chorus 1 in background of 2]
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sometimes I lay back in my crying
hells blind but I hope I make it through this time
trying to stay focus but I heard mad me panic before
I guess what I got my family for behind bars

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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 streets is a motha
undercovers posing as hustlers exposing the brothers
the
struggle by any
brutality got the police like the enemy
our community need more hugs instead of the the guns the

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a guys like me
and all we have is minutes to reach our people our free
brother listen be for momma
let her I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my cries thunder
will I recover my name and discover how the game become us
how they done us
watered down our and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better among us
never let the rage you under the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing time
better days in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them ways you raised me them hard head things drove you

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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