Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Don't Stop (Original Version)

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

I wake up to them rappin' tunes afternoon
I be home soon, I see the some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond
It seem dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit

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

Plus spiritual pain can forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so 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 don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

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

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

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

Hangin', plus who's to you
Out of the hell these inmates through
From three halves of a four group doubt if is normal
And over all it's to call who would try to play you

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

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't
Tryin' to get out early on work
Prayin' the work with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My man, is in here
(Your don't 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 world stop, stop, stop)

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