Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Facility
you a collect call from inmate
this is Tucker
to this call please press 3 now
you

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

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

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they run up in my
and took you my world
now ya gone and I'm feeling all the 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 time
trying to stay but I heard they mad me panic before
I thats what I got my family for behind bars

[Turtle
I'm outta time
momma yet
my little brother 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
by any means
brutality got the police running the enemy
our need more hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the the spirits above
a warning sigh its only 1999
but all I think about is 85 good times
momma us her last dime
icey cups you yours I give you mine
true love us to divine
it on another's pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come
my feel my pain inside
by the way my baby momma married
brought 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
brother be strong for momma
let her I never meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain cries
will I recover my name and still discover how the game us
look how they us
watered down our pride and drunkers g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our theres better days among us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just follow feel the sorrow
for the misery we time swallowing
them better days in gaze got my mind boggling
oh momma and hey lady I you
and them ways you raised me them hard head things that you

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

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