Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

[convict x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin nowadays
Ah, it's a
And he got a on his face like it's all of that
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 can't go home
Fight to see like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too many nigga, keep that on the d-low
My family might you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was

[convict x]
You see the judge, but he budge
That's third felony, I believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel
to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your 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, a cop wit high rank
They him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

1/xzibit]
Just because I'm locked down don't the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got
We're I'm from, is money and got neither to waste
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the place
Beat him down, break the hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he a case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors
Plus the c-order wanna give me some ass

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

[convict
So my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we gotta
stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim cat
Regulate the yard, now we got the straps
say "who the fuck is that? "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin like the feds in the county
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, booty-ass shook niggas ("yeah")
bitch, welcom to central booking ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, 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 you all down to the last stop

[convict x]
I'm all good, as I my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the
But you can't bid your time by in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the
Where I'm in fat pink caps, new york to
Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette
Givin pills, and tell 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 act like a sucka
Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest
Use control, put a cat in if he's broke
And let em know, I just wanna my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab dough
Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, post my bail

[convict 2/sadat x] (convict creole)
Yo man shhh, I some new kicks man
(oh what? oh the fuck up!)
got some 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 poke y'all, come on the island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my
(don't be on the when I get there)
Can't make collect phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my calls now
(you will be mines mothafucker!)
Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you me!)
I ain't got nuttin to read,
(you'll be tonight mothafucker!)
Ain't put no money on my book
(don't asleep tonight bitch!)
It's like I'm starvin in
ain't no fun