Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you have a collect call from
yeah this is
to accept this call press 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 me under
I being another number
I if I could 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 late lying in the for me
thinking bout the night the police came in
its like they stop barging in
momma what mob I'm in
try strictly left us some within
fighting back the lyrics of a favorite him
its now cant hold a child
a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now
baby your tears
become a mold ya peers
let em know its cold in
this ain't the way to them older years
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats school me to the
I'm all ears no mo or any cold beers
the ghetto famous

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they run up in my
and you from 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 blind but I hope I make it through this jail
trying to stay but I heard they mad me panic before
I guess thats what I got my family for bars

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I'm running time
there yet
where my brother let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
in the books them streets is a motha
undercovers posing as hustlers the brothers controlling
the
struggle by any
brutality got the police running the enemy
our community need more hugs of the slugs the guns the

got on killing the love the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I think about is 85 them good
momma give us her last
icey you drop yours I give you mine
true love us to divine
calling it on another's pride but I to see you cry
the come shine
my family feel my inside
by the way my baby momma getting
brought to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a guys like me
and all we have is precious to reach our people our free
brother listen be for momma
let her know I never to cause her no drama
the pain my vain cries thunder
I recover my name and still discover how the game become us
look how done 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 wont the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing swallowing
them better days in this got my mind boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them ways you raised me them hard 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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