Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

[convict x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin nowadays
Ah, a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face it's all of that
Yeah, we gone see what it is

[convict
What you in for, under the sun
Recently, got me degree wit a hot gun
That's my strike, so xzibit can't go home
to see daylight like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep on the d-low
My family mistake you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't make it past
Five in the neck when everybody was lookin

[convict x]
You see the judge, but he don't
That's you're third felony, I strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the steel granite
Lost to the world, your and your girl
your weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, up
Wit the shank, get time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, a cop wit high rank
gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[convict
Just because I'm down don't mean the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you
But you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, be fallin wit mine
bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time
We're I'm from, time is and got neither to waste
Once in a while a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the hand, piss in his face
fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a dozen visitors pass
Plus the female c-order wanna give me ass

Chorus x] 2x
This is your new home boss, where you at all costs
And if you don't, well it's your loss
You're only here 'cause you to force and be the boss, ha
Handle time like a man yo

[convict
So it's my twenty-third birthday, brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we gotta
Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by muslim cat
the whole yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the fuck is "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated the feds in the county
Correctional facilities, you don't wanna fuck wit these
Murders and felonies keep you ("yeah!")

[convict 3/kid
And yes y'all, on in ("yeah")
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook ("yeah")
bitch, welcom to central booking ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, private ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

Even bitch-ass, shook-ass ("yeah") like y'all
Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the blood on ? married character?
Kitten-ass faces ("yeah"), about to beat you all down to the last stop

[convict x]
I'm all good, as I my hood
At first I was shook, to play by the book
But you bid your time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday I was still on the corner
I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
Givin pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my is tight
We as shady as the night and bring to sight
Hey you be aight, but act like a sucka
Ain't you got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in whole if he's
And let em know, I just serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab some
Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody my bail

[convict 2/sadat x] (convict creole)
Yo man shhh, I need new kicks man
(oh what? oh shut the up!)
Somebody got at least some money man (nigga what!)
Or man, I ain't get no letters man
(you be my bitch tonight, what)
Niggas about me man
(I'll y'all, don't come on the island)
Namsayin, to be my crew
(don't be on the when I get there)
Can't even collect phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
to jam my collect calls now
(you will be mines mothafucker!)
ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I ain't got to read, yaknamsayin
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no on my book
(don't fall tonight bitch!)
like I'm starvin in here
This no fun