Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up
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 time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up
To my cuz J.B., stay up
If you locked in the box keep, it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man would
Die for his daughter, just to let her
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, he died 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 Luther's

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we it
But of my black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a 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, his mouth will never squeal
Put money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got mother and your daughter
Born in way of livin' 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 money on ice so, up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, 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 keep makin' it
Do your time, do time, don't 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 n****
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail

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

The ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash men drawers
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 s*** I used to tell my walkie lil'
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, stay up
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, up homie
To Abdul McKeith, up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep 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***
'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' the girls

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

I reached out to C-Murder, before 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 s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let 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

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

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

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

You gotta fight for shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk 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 Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up
If you locked in the box makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

To the homeboy Shyne, up homie
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you