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

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

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

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

Plus pain can bring forth physical reign
And knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're home soon, sounds so nice to me

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

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world 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 from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and to gay men

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

Hangin', who's to warn you
Out of the hell these gone through
From three halves of a four group if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who 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 to even know those who most faithful'll betray you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sittin', tryin' to design these words of
To define occurs when you're servin' time
Stress blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard
I'm trappin' in between these lines

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

Yeah,
(Your world stop)
For all the on lock-diggedy
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)
upstate 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 don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

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

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

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

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