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

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

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

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

Plus pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so 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 world stop)
(Your don't stop)
(Your don't stop, stop, stop)

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

And in here it all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, and turned to gay men

playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit
Sleep, get your whole banged in

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

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

I lay low key, 'cause I Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on release
the system work with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My man, is in here
(Your world stop)
Yo, free, how it be,
(Your world stop)
we do it
(Your world stop, stop, stop)

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

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

(Your world stop)
(Your world stop)
(Your world stop, stop, stop)
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