Luyện nghe bài hát Time

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

[Verse 1: Young
They Rick seventeen
For bricks of clean
I been my whole life
I saw some shit you ain't never seen
Talkin' or a robbery
I really up from poverty
My cousin he got three
gave him thirty for a quarter key
Look at Reverend Al Sharpton, he took the mafia
Nobody never kept it as Meech and John Gotti
They snitchin' on them documentaries before you start
Niggas a lot of tellin', ain't nobody droppin'
What's wrong the streets?
You can they get whacked, that's how it supposed to be
the stand, cop a plea to get his time cut
Nigga told on his hand, that's fucked up

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

2: Young Dolph]
This gettin' hectic, everybody tellin'
You caught own charge, do your own time
At the place at the wrong time
Caught another case but got the cake
To out so you tellin' out
Word got around boy you now
Damn, you a
But it don't surprise me though, that's what I expect you niggas
I seen it all
Matter fact I too much
Salute to all the real plugs that through in the clutch
Trap niggas come in a coupe, burnin' the clutch
Lil working two plugs like double dutch

Young Scooter]
Do your nigga, do your time
tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't rewind
You signed on that dotted line
I'm on a route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm overtime
Do your crime nigga, do time
Niggas tell not to do

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