Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

To my cousin Darren Ranch, up homie
To my Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

To my Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

You at a man that 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 what he's
But then I'd 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black are still incarcerated
up in a cell block, lost from the shell 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 never squeal
Put money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty 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, safe to say the justice system's f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up
I got your money on ice so, stay up
If you in the box keep makin' it through
Do time, do your 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 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 when you broke and home base, ain't your calls
And you don't hear your when it's mail time

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

The canteen ran out of
Can't see how grown men other men drawers
N***** played the 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 stress'll take a dumb n****, him a new case
That I used to tell my walkie 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 Steve P, up homie
If you in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let time do you

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

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

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

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

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK 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

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

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the
Redneck on the while you walk, it's real
a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
300 years left, my dawg never comin' home

One fight, got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in 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 when you piss
Sweet a**, you a h**, I blow you a kiss

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

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

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

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