Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call 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 cousin Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, makin' it through
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mike, stay 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 at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her
And I'd die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caught in damn barbers pushin' back on your hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will you stuck in that pill line
Your b**** missed the V I this
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet

The canteen ran out of
Can't see how grown men wash men drawers
played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new

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

To my man Lil' Nell, up homie
To my man Steve P, stay up
If you locked in the box makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a**
send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's

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

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

It's slavery, labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your
300 years left, my dawg ain't never home

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

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

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

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

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up
To my n**** Mystikal, up homie
If you locked in the box, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you