Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

To my cousin Darren Ranch, up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, 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 Mikey Mike, stay up
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 at a man that 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 he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we 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 sell

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

All my peoples in the pit, stay up
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 time do you

Until I went to you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all
That box, a mother*******, it stress a n**** 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 hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill
Your missed the V I this weekend
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', celly feet stinkin'

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

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

To my man Nell, stay up homie
To my man P, 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 man, Paul Selene, stay up
To Abdul McKeith, stay up
I see you in the streets, keep 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 s***
it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and pictures is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the

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

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

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as as you can be
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the free, here I go

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

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

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

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

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 your time, don't let your do you

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

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

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