Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call from an inmate in a facility
Inmate, state your name,
phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, up homie
To my Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up
If you locked in the box keep, it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man would
Die for his daughter, to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin we made it
But half of my black brothers are still
Locked up in a cell block, from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters my cuz
And every said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out with his

Send pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our youth are
To be safe, it's safe to say the system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, up homie
I got your money on ice so, up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up
And until you hit the bricks, stay up
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you

I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n****
Especially when you broke and home base, acceptin' your calls
And you don't your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' on your hairline
[Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
Your b**** missed the V I weekend
in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The ran out of menthols
see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit new indictments
Talkin' about old and new prices

take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll a dumb n****, give him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil'
All he did was weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, up homie
To my man Steve P, up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, don't let time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, up homie
To Abdul McKeith, stay up
Until I see you in the streets, makin' it through
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some
'Cause never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a whole world
I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them a** dudes
They no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause is so very necessary
It's so close to slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, before I came home
And when him home, let me go I sure that his books was on
And months later that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, I go

Wake up, roll call, day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still
Open the roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million cars

slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's
With a shotgun, at the back of your dome
300 years left, my ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own
White boys handle the pain at night

You fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk around with lipstick, and a
You all in b****, sit when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, I blow you a kiss

To my Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my Mack, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up
If you're locked in the box, keep it through
Do your time, do time don't let your time do you

To the King Larry Hoover, up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up
If locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up
To my n**** Mystikal, up homie
If you locked in the box, keep it through
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you