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 like 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
my third strike, so xzibit can't go home
Fight to see daylight like stallone
Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep on the d-low
My family might mistake you for an c-o
Last one tried didn't make it past bookin
times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[convict x]
You see the judge, but he don't
That's you're third felony, I believe three
Remanded and stranded, to the steel granite
to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your weight up, or 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 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 today I'm lettin you
But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
bars, no bitches and cars, we only 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 strongest hand, piss in his
fear, play 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 home boss, where you at all costs
And if you don't, it's only your loss
You're only 'cause you tried to force and be the boss, ha
Handle time like a man yo

[convict
So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin
You know no matter what it take, we celebrate
stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim cat
Regulate the yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the 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 you company ("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 central ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, hustlers ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

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

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

[convict x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I need new kicks man
(oh oh shut the fuck up!)
Somebody got some at least some man (nigga what!)
Or something man, I ain't get no man
(you gone be my tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin me man
(I'll poke y'all, come on the island)
Namsayin, to be my crew
(don't be on the island I get there)
Can't even make collect calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my calls now
(you will be mines mothafucker!)
Nobody 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 money on my
(don't fall asleep bitch!)
like I'm starvin in here
This no fun