Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call from an inmate in a facility
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 Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you

To my Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., up homie
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 would
Die for his daughter, to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see he's seen
But I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

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

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters my cuz
And every week said he hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth never squeal
Put some on his books 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
in this 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, up homie
I got your on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you

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

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

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

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

take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a n****, give him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil'
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 locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

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

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

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never
And stand 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 November 25, I'm alive
Open the roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar

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

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the
Almost died, in Jay, n****, ride or cry
has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White can't 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 when you piss
a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, up homie
To my Mack, stay 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 n**** Pharoahe, 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 King Larry Hoover, stay up
To my partner Shan O, you stay up homie
If locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't 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 your time, do time, don't let your time do you