Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of
How you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the
Show them what they could have if they settle
Take every white kid from class level
Show 'em christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
I'd probably be in the
With bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and one a them dreads
And get bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

[1] - if you had twenty four to live just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna notify?
Or yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had four hours to live just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to

What hey yo, if I had twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all them spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I grabbed
Went in there the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust satan
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they while they eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her I'm gone
I would school my brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the without readin' palms
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish breath
I exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all to end
But before I go, say hello to my friend
But I to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't

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