Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

To my Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother 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 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, 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 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 still
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shock
Some sold they soul, others to sell rocks

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

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 to say the justice system's f***** up

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

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

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't it all
box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****
Especially when you and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name 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 this
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your feet stinkin'

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

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

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

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up
To Abdul McKeith, up homie
I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

'Cause they got mo' heart, than fake a** dudes
They no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause is so very necessary
so close to bein' 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 make that his books was on
And three later that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his comin' tru

I'ma keep ridin' Bun 'cause UGK will 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 scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, I go

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

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

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

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

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

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