Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

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

1/xzibit]
What you in for, everything the sun
Recently, got me first wit a hot gun
That's my third strike, so can't go home
to see daylight like sylvester stallone
Don't ask too questions nigga, keep that on the d-low
My family might you for an undercover c-o
Last one that tried didn't make it past
Five times in the neck when everybody was

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

[convict
Just because I'm locked down don't mean the stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so I'm lettin you slide
But tomorrow you'll be wit the two's in the side
If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit
Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got
I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste
Once in a while a cannanite in the wrong place
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, 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, where you survive at all
And if you don't, well only your loss
only here 'cause you tried to force and be the boss, ha
Handle your time a man yo

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

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

Even bitch-ass, niggas ("yeah") like y'all
Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the blood on ? married character?
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 can't bid your time by stayin in the
I'm gettin high like I was still on the corner
I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin deals for mills, holdin lottos
cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my team is
We as shady as the and bring fright to sight
Hey you be aight, but don't act a sucka
Ain't you ain't got to be the mothafucker
Use control, put a cat in if he's broke
And let em know, I just serve my time and go
And flow, lay low, try to some dough
Aiyyo I ain't to jail, somebody post my bail

[convict 2/sadat x] (convict creole)
Yo man shhh, I some new kicks man
(oh oh shut the fuck up!)
got some at least some money man (nigga what!)
Or man, I ain't get no letters man
(you gone be my 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 phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect now
(you will be mines mothafucker!)
ain't home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I ain't got to read, yaknamsayin
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
Ain't nobody put no on my book
(don't asleep tonight bitch!)
It's like I'm starvin in
ain't no fun