Luyện nghe bài hát Time

[Chorus: Scooter]
Do your crime nigga, do time
tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't rewind
You done signed on that line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the
I'm workin' overtime
Do crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do

1: Young Scooter]
They Rick seventeen
For bricks of clean
I been hustlin' my life
I saw some that you ain't never seen
murder or a robbery
I really came up from
My cousin he got three
They gave him for a quarter key
Look at Al Sharpton, he took down the mafia
never kept it real as Meech and John Gotti
They snitchin' on them documentaries you start watchin'
Niggas a lot of tellin', ain't nobody droppin'
What's wrong the streets?
You can tell get whacked, that's how it supposed to be
Take the stand, cop a plea to get his cut
Nigga told on his right hand, fucked up

[Chorus: Young
Do your crime nigga, do time
tell not to do time
You get time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the
Yeah I'm overtime
Do your crime nigga, do time
Niggas tell not to do

[Verse 2: Young
This shit gettin' hectic, everybody
You caught own charge, do your own time
At the wrong place at the time
Caught another case but got the cake
To bail out so you out
Word got boy you tellin' now
Damn, you a
But it surprise me though, that's what I expect from you niggas
I done it all
Matter I seen too much
Salute to all the real plugs that through in the clutch
niggas come through in a coupe, burnin' the clutch
Lil nigga working two plugs like dutch

Young Scooter]
Do crime nigga, do your time
tell not to do time
You get your time, you press rewind
You done signed on that line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the
I'm workin' overtime
Do your crime nigga, do your
Niggas tell not to do

3: Trouble]
These niggas ain't makin' shit shake, these niggas ain't makin' shit
Wrong move get a nigga on a plate, wrong move put your on a plate
Fuck that, line 'em up, shit, go ahead, get a hundred on straight
I don't give a fuck, I don't say nothing, twelve through, it's all good, hey
Thug life, nigga happenin'
Old hundred, what's happenin'
Free Youngsta, no cappin' with it
Free paper, nigga ain't
Nigga want on my head, I'm just out to get my bread
Me and my bitch on meds, hundred count it on the bed
Turn this shit to a mil, I had to sign no deal
OG helped 'em out the hole, hit 'em with the load, it
Turn around, now we got the hoes, this shit this real
cases on my head, got no time for no nigga in they feelings