Luyện nghe bài hát Jail Time

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

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hey sis let me speak to
who me on find all the drama
the system took me in but then they me under
I suffer another number
I if I could conquer dis criminal structure built to

the of men
when them come in the bars and the pen
I know I'm in hell and its to win
I up late lying in the dark for me
thinking bout the night the police marching in
its like they wouldn't barging in
momma what mob I'm in
try strictly left us some scars
fighting back the of a favorite baptist him
its now cant hold a child
mold a child scold a child or own a a soldier now
hold your tears
become a teacher ya peers
let em know its in here
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 rats or any cold
the ghetto disappear

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they run up in my
and you from my world
now ya and I'm feeling all the pain that your going through
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 this jail
trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me before
I guess thats what I got my family for bars

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

got crime on killing the love the spirits
drop a sigh its only 1999
but all I think is 85 them good times
momma give us her last
cups you drop yours I give you mine
true define us to divine
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
brought tears to my eyes I hope my son happy

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[chorus 1 in background of 2]
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[Turtle
ran to the phone got a hundred guys me
and all we have is precious minutes to reach our our free
brother listen be for momma
let her know I never meant to cause her no
the pain make my cries thunder
I recover my name and still discover how the game become us
look how done us
down our pride and drunkers riders g's and hustlers
we gotta our younger theres better days among us
let the rage you under upstage the promise till tomorrow
and the C's follow wont feel the sorrow
for the we wallowing time swallowing
them better days in this gaze got my mind
oh momma and hey I miss you
and them ways you me them hard head things that drove you

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

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