Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

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

1/xzibit]
What you in for, under the sun
Recently, got me first wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so xzibit can't go
Fight to see daylight like stallone
Don't ask too many nigga, keep that on the d-low
My might mistake you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't make it bookin
Five times in the neck everybody was lookin

2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he don't
That's you're third felony, I believe strike
Remanded and stranded, to the cold granite
to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep weight up, or your ass get ate up
is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit rank
They gave him life and now another cat is his wife

1/xzibit]
Just because I'm locked don't mean the hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so I'm lettin you slide
But you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side
If you a mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we got time
We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to
Once in a catch a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his
Strike fear, the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors
Plus the female c-order give me some ass

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

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

[convict creole]
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, hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

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

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

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