Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

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

To my brother Mikey Mike, up homie
To my cuz J.B., up homie
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it
Do your time, do your time, don't let 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 seen
But I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

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

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

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

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up
I got your money on ice so, stay up
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, up homie
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 time do you

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

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

The ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit new indictments
Talkin' about old and new prices

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

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

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

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

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no for no food
'Cause is so very necessary
so close to bein' 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 make sure that his 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 keep ridin' 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, another day by
Now put a 'X' on 25, I'm still alive
Open the roll balls
Now dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's
a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't comin' home

One fight, got stabbed, he lost the nine
died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, precious his own life
White boys can't the pain at night

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

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

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

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