Luyện nghe bài hát Your World Don't Stop (Original Version)

Yeah, for those that's locked in
My peoples in San Quentin and Clinton
Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

I up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board time after June
Met a of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into some from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I say jack
I stay in with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical
And knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the for me shit is way too trife for me
comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm out with mad props
And if I get or not, baby pop
My world stop

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' out
5 to 15, seein' the bean they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized cavemen
I witnessed men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, be posted preyin'
On low shit layin'
Sleep, get your shit banged in

Hangin', plus to warn you
Out of the hell these gone through
From halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's caught a carved through his navel
Nothin' can you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, I ain't Hercules
to get out early on work release
Prayin' the work with me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see hots and a cot till I rot
ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

So, that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My more based on makin' my next G
Now, see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't hustlin' backwards
A man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design words of mine
To define occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just the mind
Behind bars are signs of hard times
I'm myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, pop
My world don't
(Your don't stop)

Yeah,
(Your don't stop)
For all the fellas on
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to
(Your don't stop)

stop, paw
(Your world stop)
stop, paw
(Your world stop)
And on and on and on
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in
(Your don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be,
(Your world stop)
we do it
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

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(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your don't stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

(Your don't stop)
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