Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

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

the of men
them guards come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in hell and its to win
I stay up late in the dark for me
thinking bout the night the came marching in
its like they wouldn't stop in
asking what mob I'm in
try strictly left us scars within
fighting back the lyrics of a favorite him
its over now hold a child
mold a scold a child or own a child a soldier now
hold your tears
become a mold ya peers
let em its cold in here
this ain't the way to spend older years
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all them older cats school me to the game
I'm all no mo rats or any cold beers
the famous 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 your through
[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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sometimes I lay back in my cell
hells blind but I hope I make it this 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 outta time
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 police like the enemy
our community need more hugs of the slugs the guns the

got on killing the love the spirits above
a warning sigh its only 1999
but all I think about is 85 them good
momma give us her dime
icey cups you drop I give you mine
love 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 married
brought tears to my eyes I just hope my son

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[chorus 1 in background of 2]
2]

[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 to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain cries
will I recover my name and still how the game become us
how they done us
watered down our pride and drunkers g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger better days among us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them days in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh momma and hey lady I you
and ways you raised me them hard head things that drove you

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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