Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

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

the of men
them guards come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in and its hard to win
I stay up lying in the dark for me
bout the night the police came marching in
its they wouldn't stop barging in
momma what mob I'm in
try strictly us some scars within
back 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 teacher mold ya
let em its cold in here
this ain't the way to spend them older
I'm over the fears of the
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 famous disappear

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they run up in my
and took you from my
now ya and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through
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sometimes I lay in my cell 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 what I got my family for behind bars

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I'm running time
momma yet
my little brother 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 running like the enemy
our community need more hugs of the slugs the guns the

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

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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred guys me
and all we have is precious to reach our people our free
brother listen be for momma
let her know I meant to cause her no drama
the pain make my vain cries
will I recover my and still discover how the game become us
how they done us
watered our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we guide our younger theres better days among us
never let the you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's follow wont feel the sorrow
for the misery we wallowing time
them better in this gaze got my mind boggling
oh and hey lady I miss you
and them ways you raised me them head things that drove you

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

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