Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

this is Joliet Correctional
you have a call from inmate
yeah is Tucker
to accept call please press 3 now
you

[Turtle
hey sis let me speak to
who me on besides all the drama
the system me in but then they took me under
I suffer being number
I wonder if I could conquer dis criminal structure 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
bout the night the police came marching in
its like wouldn't stop barging in
asking momma mob I'm in
try strictly left us some scars
fighting back the lyrics of a baptist him
its over now hold a child
mold a child a child or own a child a soldier now
hold your tears
become a mold ya peers
let em know its cold in
this ain't the way to spend them years
I'm the fears of the world
no longer momma's pearl in
its all clear them older cats 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 from my
now ya gone and I'm feeling all the pain that your going
1 in background of chorus 2]
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sometimes I lay in my cell crying
hells blind but I hope I make it through jail time
to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before
I guess thats I got my family for behind bars

[Turtle
I'm outta time
there yet
where my brother let me holla at him
up cat
I got you
stay in the them streets is a motha
undercovers posing as exposing the brothers controlling
the
struggle by any
brutality got the police running like the
our community need hugs instead of the slugs the guns the

got crime on killing the the spirits above
drop a warning sigh its 1999
but all I think is 85 them good times
give us her last dime
icey cups you 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 family my pain inside
by the way my baby momma getting
tears to my eyes I just hope my son happy

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[chorus 1 in of chorus 2]
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[Turtle
ran to the got a hundred guys like me
and all we have is precious minutes to reach our people our
brother listen be strong for
let her know I never meant to her no drama
the pain make my vain cries
will I recover my name and still discover how the become us
how they done us
watered down our pride and drunkers g's and hustlers
we gotta our younger theres better days among us
never let the rage you under upstage the till tomorrow
and the C's just follow wont the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my boggling
oh momma and hey lady I 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 time I'm momma I love you

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