Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

[convict x]
Oh my goodness! look what sendin through nowadays
Ah, a light-weight
And he got a on his face like it's all of that
Yeah, well we 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 sylvester
Don't ask too many questions nigga, that on the d-low
My family mistake you for an undercover c-o
one that tried didn't make it past bookin
Five in the neck when everybody was lookin

2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he budge
That's you're third felony, I believe three
and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and your
Keep your up, or your ass get ate up
is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get time in the tank
Ask hank, he to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[convict
Just because I'm locked down mean the hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you
But tomorrow you'll be wit the two's in the side
If you a mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got
I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste
Once in a while catch a in the wrong place
Beat him down, the strongest hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a
Low-class, got a free visitors pass
Plus the female c-order wanna give me ass

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

1/xzibit]
So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin
You know no matter what it take, we celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this cat
the whole yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the is that? "
The x-man, rowdy, treated like the feds in the county
Correctional facilities, you don't wanna fuck wit these
and felonies keep you company ("yeah!")

[convict creole]
And yes y'all, on in ("yeah")
All you new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas ("yeah")
bitch, welcom to central booking ("yeah")
A for pimps, private hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

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

[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 your time by in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday I was still on the corner
Where I'm in fat pink caps, new to california
Makin for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
Givin cats pills, and em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my is tight
We as as the night and bring fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act a sucka
Ain't you got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in if he's broke
And let em know, I just serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab dough
I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail

[convict x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I some new kicks man
(oh what? oh the fuck up!)
Somebody got some at least money man (nigga what!)
Or something man, I ain't get no man
(you be my bitch tonight, what)
forgettin about me man
(I'll poke y'all, don't on the island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my
(don't be on the island I get there)
even make collect phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
to jam my collect calls now
(you will be tonight mothafucker!)
ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I ain't got nuttin to read,
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no money on my
(don't fall asleep bitch!)
It's like I'm in here
ain't no fun