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letra de mlbrn - bars from prison (freestyle) - mlbrn

[intro]

-this phone call has originated from an inmate at the port philip prison, it is subject to monitoring and recording. it is unlawful for this call to be re-directed or be part of a conference call. if you do not wish to accept this call, hang up now. if you understand the provisions of this call, please continue….

[intro: big c]

doing lad!
it’s ya boy big c
shout out to all my brotherhood brothers out there
and free all the uso’s up in -???- eshayy!

[intro: mlbrn]

aye….
free teddy, free hayds, free my uso rome
all the boys in the yard
aye….

[verse 1: mlbrn]
see when i put my mic down, i had to pick my bally up (oath)
want a conversation with me had to turn your celly off
my mums watchin’ the news so i try to turn the telly off (true)
it was just in case she see my facе from the helicops
see i nevеr use to be like this (nah!)
this sh-t ripped my family up (f-ckin’ oath)
barely see my kids n’ data (aye)
that was all that daddies got
and i got nothin’ to lose (nah)
let’s meet up at the cranny shops
say they never buckle watch em’ wobble like a jelly shot (hahaa)
wasn’t tryin’ to be no hard c-nt if i’m being honest
said i’ll never be this way but had to break that promise (facts)
f-ck it can you blame em’ man they’re struggling for the longest (aye, aye)
cause being a good c-nt couldn’t put stacks up in our pockets
they talkin’ like they in the streets tell you now they wasn’t
me n’ my brothers worked that 9-5 was out all night and lost it (lost it)
cause we was workin’ ot on that corner makin’ profit (cha-ching)
now we lurk around my house (aye)
find the f-ckin’ dogs who shot it
told my brothers i got it (got it)
told my mum i’ll be back
but if i ain’t then mum don’t wait (don’t wait)
i’m either knocked or copped a wack (wack)
now i’m finally out on bail, ?? ?? when i’m back (???)
cause only time i did the runnings with ball were from the jacks my brother
where i’m from, every second person’s flippin’ packs my brother
was makin’ a k!llin’ movin’ dis n dat my brother
oath i’m iffy bout them c-nts, tell me relax my brother
cause if they movin’ in the 7, that’s tax my brother, word
they all know it (know it)
couple hours and i sold it (aye)
writtin’ letter to my uso’s, the only times i folded
while they splash it on the crib, see i was livin’ out a holden
when i said i’m from the bottom, it’s the lowest (lowest)
yellin’ out free my coeys my brothers stuck in the yard (free em)
teddy, hayds, nath, my celly still movin’ shhh….. (free em)
jersey, gops, brooksy all of em’ doin’ hard (aye, aye)
claim, roam, masi a, but i’ll never forget the laughs
was movin’ small at the start, but slowly turn into bricks (facts)
got a shank up in your celly, you ain’t hard bro you a b-tch (aye)
we use to stamp em’ for mo… and so we stamp them for kicks
nike wasn’t the only one who was giving tiks
writing down on a list, cuzzo this life a risk
hear em’ rappin’ bout a life that i know that they never lived
so how you takin’ credit, for somethin’ you never did
all of you airraiders, just as low as the pigs
i’m hearin’ all of my opps made amends
and they said i was pretend
you writin’ raps with your pen (aye, aye)
we doin’ laps in the penn
that’s the difference, never catch me ralxin’ again (nah)
keep that same energy you have with your friends
bars from prison aye!

- mlbrn

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