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

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

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

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

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

you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, pop
My world stop

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

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

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

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

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

My kid from my tomb's caught a spoon through his navel
can save you, even 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 Hercules
Tryin' to get out on work release
Prayin' the system work me

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

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

(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't 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, alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map through graphics
Fuck it, I with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can

Sittin', to design these words of mine
To define occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the
Behind scars are signs 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 my plot, baby pop
My don't stop
(Your don't stop)

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

My man, is in here
(Your world stop)
Yo, free, how it be,
(Your don't stop)
we do it
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

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