Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

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

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

2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he budge
That's you're third felony, I believe strike
Remanded and stranded, to the cold granite
Lost to the world, your and your girl
Keep weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, up
Wit the shank, get more in the tank
Ask hank, he to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
They gave him life and now cat is fuckin his wife

1/xzibit]
Just because I'm locked down mean the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so I'm lettin you slide
But you'll 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, is money and got neither to waste
in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the hand, piss in his face
fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case
Low-class, got a dozen free pass
Plus the female c-order give me some ass

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

[convict
So it's my twenty-third birthday, brew-no
You know no matter it take, we gotta celebrate
Fuck straight, hair braided by this muslim cat
Regulate the whole yard, now we got the
say "who the fuck is that? "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin like the feds in the county
facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these
Murders and felonies keep you ("yeah!")

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

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

[convict x]
I'm all good, as I telephone my
At first I was shook, to play by the book
But you can't bid your time by stayin in the
I'm gettin high everyday like I was on the corner
I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin deals for mills, cigarette lottos
Givin pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my is tight
We as shady as the and bring fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but act like a sucka
Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest
Use control, put a cat in whole if broke
And let em know, I wanna serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to grab some
Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody my bail

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