Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you have a collect from inmate
yeah this is
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 took me under
I being another number
I wonder if I could conquer dis structure built to

the of men
when 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
thinking bout the night the came marching in
its like they wouldn't barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly left us scars within
fighting the lyrics of a favorite baptist him
its over now hold a child
mold a child scold a child or own a child a now
hold your tears
become a mold ya peers
let em its cold in here
ain't the way to spend them older years
I'm the fears of the world
no longer pearl in here
its all clear them cats school me to the game
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 pain that going through
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sometimes I lay back in my crying
hells but I hope I make it through this jail time
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic
I guess thats what I got my family for behind

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

got crime on the love the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its only
but all I think about is 85 them times
momma us her last dime
icey you drop yours I give you mine
true define us to divine
calling it on another's pride but I to see you cry
the rain shine
my feel my pain inside
by the way my baby momma getting
brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son

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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 be strong for momma
let her know I never to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain thunder
will I recover my name and still how the game become us
look how they us
watered down our pride and drunkers riders g's and
we gotta guide our theres better days among us
never let the rage you under upstage the promise till
and the C's just follow feel the sorrow
for the misery we time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them ways you raised me them hard things that drove you

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

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