Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

You have a call from an in a correctional facility
Inmate, your name, Darren
phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not up

To my cousin Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box, keep 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., up homie
If you locked in the box keep, it through
Do time, do your time, don't 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, just to see what he's
But then I'd take 'em back, to see Martin Luther's dream

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

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

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

If you doin' 25 to life, up homie
I got your on ice so, stay up homie
If you locked in the box makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

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

The ran out of menthols
see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new
Talkin' about old and new prices

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

To my man Lil' Nell, up homie
To my man P, 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 man, Selene, stay up homie
To McKeith, stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets, makin' it through
Do your time, do time, don't let your time do you

Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some
'Cause it's too late to stop bein' a b****
A magazine and some pictures is a n****** 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
commissary is so very necessary
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas it's scary

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

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

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

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

One fight, got stabbed, he lost the nine
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, or cry
has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the at night

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

To my Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
To my Mack, stay up homie
If you in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

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

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