Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

[Turtle
hey sis let me speak to
who me on find all the drama
the took 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 lying in the dark for me
thinking the night the police came marching in
its like they wouldn't stop in
momma what mob I'm in
try strictly left us some scars
fighting back the lyrics of a favorite him
its now cant hold a child
mold a child scold a or own a child a soldier now
hold your tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em know its in here
this ain't the way to them older years
I'm over the fears of the
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats me to the game
I'm all no mo rats or any cold 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 that your going through
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sometimes I lay in my cell crying
hells blind but I hope I make it through jail time
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me 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 books streets is a motha
posing as hustlers exposing 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 spirits
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I about is 85 them good times
momma us her last dime
icey cups you drop yours I you mine
love define us to divine
calling it on pride but I hate to see you cry
the rain come
my family feel my pain
by the way my momma getting 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 listen be for momma
let her know I meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain cries
will I recover my and still discover how the game become us
look how they us
watered our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better days us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont the sorrow
for the misery we time swallowing
better days in this 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 gone I love you

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