Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the 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 the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they settle
every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas like up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under stress
Give every bum on the street cash to
And hope will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar from
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
it out on different floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them
And get that bitch from '89 that us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck 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 cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my

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

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

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

If I had twenty four to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to and bust down satan
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
Shootin niggas that I hate in they while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' 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 the future without readin' palms
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' alot of lives, but I'll cherish every 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 there
I've livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say to my little friend
But I gots to 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 buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out a bang, you will remember my name
I to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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