Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional
Inmate, your name, Darren
This call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you the charges, if not hang up

To my Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up
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 time, do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man 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 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 are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shock
Some sold they soul, others used to rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get from my cuz
And week said he wanna 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 pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
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 25 to life, stay up homie
I got your money on ice so, up homie
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you

All my in the pit, stay up homie
And until you hit the bricks, up homie
If you in the box keep makin' 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 stress a b****
Especially you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name it's mail time

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

The ran out of menthols
Can't see how men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new
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 lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he me

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

To my man, Paul Selene, up homie
To McKeith, stay 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 some
'Cause it's never too late to bein' a b****
A magazine and some is a n****** whole world
I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

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

I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came
And him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
And three later that n**** came home too
no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep 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 "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

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

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

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

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

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

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