Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you have a collect call inmate
yeah this is
to accept this call press 3 now
you

[Turtle
hey sis let me to momma
who me on find all the drama
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 lying in the for me
thinking the night the police came marching in
its like they stop barging in
momma what 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 a child or own a child a soldier now
baby hold tears
become a mold ya peers
let em know its cold in
ain't the way to spend them older years
I'm over the of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them 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 your going through
[chorus 1 in background of 2]
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sometimes I lay in my cell crying
blind but I hope I make it through this jail time
trying to stay focus but I they mad me panic before
I guess thats I got my family for behind bars

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

got crime on killing the love the above
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I think about is 85 them times
momma give us her dime
cups you drop yours I give you mine
true define us to divine
it on another's pride but I hate 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 my son happy

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
2]

[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred like me
and all we have is precious minutes to our people our free
brother listen be strong for
let her know I never meant to 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 and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta guide our younger theres better 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 head things drove you

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

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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