Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Don't Stop

I wake up to them tunes
every afternoon, be home soon
I see the sometime after june.
met a of convicts,
way beyond sick
it seems dig my style,
cause I be on don shit.
laid back, I ran into some
wayback
those that I dig there be others - i'm real unclear on what he
actually here
I don't say
I in tune with the stars sun and moon
because behind bars your doomed if your mind consume
plus spiritual can bring forth physical rain
and without of self
how else can a change?
and being locked up ain't the of me
shit is way too for me
"you're home soon% sounds so nice to me
But you can bet, i'm out with mad props
and if I get chopped, and Baby Pop
my world don't

And in here it makes us all the
for backs out five to fifteen
see you in the
till max out
mis behavin, uncivilized like cavemen
I bravemen,
that gave inside(?) minds to gay men
playin
crimes of supposed to be preying(?)
on some low layin sleep
get yo ho shit in

who's to you
the hell these inmates gone through
from the 3 of a four group(?)
doubt if is normal
and
hard to call
who try to play you
one kid my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel
nothing can you
even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to know
those that are most faithful, will you
I lay
cause I ain't the least
try and get out on work release
praying the will work with me
cause I ain't trying to see hots(?) and a cot
so I
ain't my plot baby pop
my world stop

so until that dayi'm and set free
fuck who's sex me,
my mind is more on making my next G
now see
nothing on me as a
no moving foul, the penile
possesses me a smoother style
Blessing my with mathematics
to map shit, graphics
fuck it, I ain't with hustling
So wiser man, with ideas and liver
mature and for sure
I saw all my could stand
sit and try to design these of mine
to define what occurs when you're serving
freshness the mind
behind bars, scars are of hard times
i'm trapping myself inbetween these
cause I ain't to see three hots(?) and a cot
so I
that ain't my plot pop
my world don't