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 monitored and
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up
To my brother 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 brother Mike, stay up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up
If you in the box keep, makin' it through
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
my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
But then I'd 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

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

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters my cuz
And week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some money on his books and help him out his appeal

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

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up
I got your money on ice so, stay up
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, stay up
And until you hit the bricks, up homie
If you locked in the box makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

The ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men
played the phone 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 a dumb n****, give him a new case
That I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, up homie
To my man Steve P, up homie
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

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

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

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

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

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will stop
And I'ma up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as as you can be
They scream "Free C" but not see the pimp 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 dead man walkin' parkin' dollar cars

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

One fight, got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at

You gotta fight for 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**, I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up
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 n**** Z Ro, 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 Hoover, stay up homie
To my Shan O, you gotta stay 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 homeboy Shyne, stay up
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up
If you locked in the box, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your do you