Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

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

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

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

I'd dream that I could tell Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell
Some they soul, others used to sell 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, his mouth will never squeal
Put money on his books and help him out with his appeal

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

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

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

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

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

The canteen ran out of
Can't see how men wash other men drawers
N***** the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a 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 itchy
All he did was smoke weed and coffee, I know he miss me

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

Uhh, if your people up, you need to send 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to stop a b****
A and some 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 fake a**
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 out to C-Murder, right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I sure that his books was on
And three months later that n**** came too
Ain't no limit to this s*** now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot,
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 November 25, I'm still
the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, labor, catch the feel
Redneck on the hearse you walk, it's real
a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
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, took his own life
White can't handle the pain at night

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

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

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

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up
To my partner O, you gotta stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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