Luyện nghe bài hát Do Your Time

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

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

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

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

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

some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
If you ever have to leave, I got your 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, stay up
I got your money on ice so, up homie
If you in the box keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let time do you

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

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

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

The canteen ran out of
Can't see how men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit new indictments
Talkin' old connects and new prices

take a young 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 know he me

To my man Lil' Nell, stay up
To my man P, stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, up homie
To Abdul McKeith, stay up
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it
Do your time, do your time, let your time do you

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

'Cause got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
They send no letters, no books, and no 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 his books was on
And three months later that n**** home too
Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his comin' tru

I'ma ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, let them off a lot, yeah
And I'm as as you can be
They scream "Free C" but not see the pimp 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 dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, labor, catch the feel
on the hearse while you walk, it's real
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of dome
300 years left, my dawg ain't comin' home

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

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

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

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

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