Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call from an in a correctional facility
Inmate, state name, Darren
This phone call may be and recorded
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 it through
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 time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that
Die for his daughter, just to let her
And I'd die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see he's seen
But then I'd 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

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

Look up in my mailbox, I get from my cuz
And every 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 your
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 in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let time do you

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

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

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

The canteen ran out of
see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new

Stress'll take a n****, give 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 he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up
To my man Steve P, up homie
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, 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 your do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to 'em some s***
'Cause it's never too late to bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** world
When I was them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with 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 very
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** scary

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

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

It's slavery, hard labor, the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of 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
has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys handle the pain at night

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

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

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