Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Don't Stop

Yeah, for those locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and
Rikers Island, Island, Cracker's Island
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after
Met a couple of convicts way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into brothers from way back
I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if mind can't consume

spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm out with mad props
And if I get or not, baby pop
My world don't

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like
I witnessed brave men that gave in, and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, be posted preyin'
On low shit layin'
Sleep, get whole shit banged in

Hangin', who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone
From three halves of a four doubt if anyone is normal
And over all hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to you
It's painful to know those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work
Prayin' the system with me

I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, pop
My world don't

(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

So, until day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more foul
The penile possesed me a smoother style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit graphics
it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin'
just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are of hard times
I'm myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, pop
My world stop
(Your world stop)

Yeah,
(Your world stop)
For all the fellas on
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)
From to downstate
(Your world stop)

stop, paw
(Your don't stop)
stop, paw
(Your world stop)
And on and on and on
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in
(Your world stop)
Yo, free, how it be,
(Your world stop)
we do it
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

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(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)
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