Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name,
This call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin Darren Ranch, up homie
To my Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, makin' it through
Do time, do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother Mikey Mike, up homie
To my cuz J.B., stay up
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

You at a man that would
Die for his daughter, just to let her
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em back, to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shock
Some sold soul, others used to sell rocks

up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
And every week said he hit the streets
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never
Put some money on his books and help him out with his

Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty of Shawnna
If you ever to leave, I got your mother and your daughter
Born in this way of livin' and our are stuck
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice f***** up

If you doin' 25 to life, up homie
I got your money on ice so, stay up
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, up homie
And until you hit the bricks, up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I seen it all
box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****
Especially when you broke and home base, acceptin' your calls
And you don't your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on hairline
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in pill line
Your b**** missed the V I this
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of
see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I he miss me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up
To my man Steve P, up homie
If you locked in the box makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, up homie
To Abdul McKeith, up homie
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some
it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some is a n****** whole world
When I was down them n***** out, so I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than fake a** dudes
They no letters, no books, and no money for no food
'Cause commissary is so very
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder, before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure that his was on
And three months that n**** came home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** now his dream's comin' tru

I'ma keep with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot,
And I'm as as you can be
They scream "Free C" but not see the pimp free, here I go

Wake up, roll call, day gone by
Now put a 'X' on 25, I'm still alive
Open the roll balls
Now this man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, the feel
Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't never home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the
died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Cream has suicide attempts, took his own life
White boys handle the pain at night

You fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And walk with lipstick, and a pocketbook
You all in b****, sit when you piss
a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To my cousin Watson, stay up homie
To my homeboy Mack, stay up
If you locked in the box keep it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up
To my n**** Z Ro, up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep it through
Do time, do your time don't let your time do you

To the King Hoover, stay up homie
To my partner Shan O, you gotta up homie
If you're locked in the box, makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy Shyne, up homie
To my Mystikal, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you