Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

[convict x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through
Ah, a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face it's all of that
Yeah, we gone see what it is

[convict
you in for, everything under the sun
Recently, got me degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so xzibit can't go
Fight to see daylight like sylvester
Don't ask too many questions nigga, that on the d-low
My family might mistake you for an c-o
Last one that tried didn't it past bookin
Five times in the neck when was lookin

[convict x]
You see the judge, but he don't
That's you're felony, I believe strike three
Remanded and stranded, to the steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and girl
Keep your up, or your ass get ate up
is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high
They gave him and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[convict
Just because I'm locked down don't the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so I'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow be confronted wit the two's in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we got time
We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong
him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his face
Strike fear, the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a free visitors pass
the female c-order wanna give me some ass

Chorus x] 2x
This is your new boss, where you survive at all costs
And if you don't, well it's your loss
only here 'cause you tried to force and be the boss, ha
Handle time like a man yo

[convict
So it's my birthday, drinkin brew-no
You know no what it take, we gotta celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair by this muslim cat
Regulate the yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the fuck is "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the
Correctional facilities, you don't wanna fuck wit these
Murders and felonies you company ("yeah!")

3/kid creole]
And yes y'all, on in ("yeah")
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook ("yeah")
Yeah bitch, to central booking ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers ("yeah"), slingers, and gun

Even bitch-ass, shook-ass ("yeah") like y'all
Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the blood on your ? married
faces ("yeah"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop

[convict x]
I'm all good, as I telephone my
At I was shook, tried to play by the book
But you bid your time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the
Where I'm in fat pink caps, new york to
Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette
cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to but my team is tight
We as shady as the night and fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act a sucka
you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in if he's broke
And let em know, I wanna serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to some dough
I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail

[convict x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I some new kicks man
(oh oh shut the fuck up!)
Somebody got some at some money man (nigga what!)
Or something man, I get no letters man
(you be my bitch tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin me man
(I'll poke y'all, don't on the island)
Namsayin, to be my crew
(don't be on the island I get there)
Can't even make phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect now
(you be mines tonight mothafucker!)
ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no on my book
(don't fall asleep bitch!)
It's like I'm starvin in
ain't no fun