Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Shit

(Sean Price)
Who Sean Price, groovy shit
Catch a cop out to a two to six
Less the charge, yo, don't even the sarge
That's my girl pops, why you think she bless the
Weed and dope, anything you to smoke
For the kids, netas, triple b's and
Percent niggaz, aiyo, peace God
Knife in ya hand, trynna get a piece, god
Ain't nothin' to do, but pull out ya piece, god
Dig in face, until you tear it to piece, god
Here are some things, over wrong, no things
Set it off for the German, do a in the bing
Either dredlocks, did a bid in the bing
You them blow bop, turned queer in the bing
You hang it up, pa, can't take this stuff
But wait, died, go to wake in cuffs

(Chorus: Rock)
You come home to the streets, niggaz hell
Fightin', cuttin', damn it's the as jail
Only the get over, ain't no making bail
Get torn at the frame, if ya frame is

(Sean Price)
I hope and pray my first born, be next to
Tie it up, weights, playin' chess with stones
I'm tired of things, tired of the riots and
Tired of the mac, caliberas and ten
When I come home, ma, I sware to God, change
But I, come home, you know the God won't change
I'm for real, girl you know the fuck is the deal
Soon as I touchdown, I need to puff on the
Bang my first floor, pa, focused, free
But corner for smoking weed
As the cop escort me, as I to a cell
With a smile, but inside I'm stupid as hell
Man, I'm 29 on 30, kid
Can't be getting up for no dirty dick

(Chorus)

(Sean Price)
My life is in danger, my son set it off on the
Niggaz being easy, how the fuck, can you be
Looking bad, son, them niggaz as hell
Realizing all my motherfuckin' peeps is
just me, Killa, Rum Dick, Psyche and Will
Dee and a named Mike from the ville
If I die, yo I'm out with knives in they grill
All my motherfuckin' I've been real, yo

(Chorus 2X)