Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Your Time

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

1/xzibit]
What you in for, 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 sylvester
Don't ask too many 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 everybody was lookin

2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he don't
That's you're felony, I believe strike three
and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, moms and your girl
your weight up, or your ass get ate up
Cats is stickin, up
Wit the shank, get more in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his

1/xzibit]
Just because I'm locked down don't the hustlin stop
and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you
But you'll be confronted wit the two's 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, time is and got neither to waste
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his
Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he a case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors
Plus the female c-order give me some ass

[sadat x] 2x
This is new home boss, where you survive at all costs
And if you don't, well it's your loss
You're only '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 what it take, we gotta celebrate
Fuck stayin straight, hair by this muslim cat
Regulate the yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the fuck is "
The x-man, rowdy, treated like the feds in the county
Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna 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 shook niggas ("yeah")
Yeah bitch, welcom to booking ("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, private ("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun

Even bitch-ass, shook-ass ("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 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 time by stayin in the cell
I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the
I'm in fat pink caps, new york to california
Makin deals for mills, cigarette lottos
cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my is tight
We as shady as the night and bring fright to
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 broke
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 my bail

[convict x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I some 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 be my bitch tonight, what)
Niggas about me man
(I'll y'all, don't come on the island)
Namsayin, to be my crew
(don't be on the when I get there)
Can't even make phone calls
(mothafucker, ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect now
(you will be tonight mothafucker!)
Nobody home, nobody wanna write me (mine you hear me!)
I ain't got nuttin to read,
(you'll be mine mothafucker!)
nobody put no money on my book
(don't fall tonight bitch!)
It's I'm starvin in here
This no fun