Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
Smack conceited right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad I never knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take from the ghetto
Show them what they could if they never settle
Take every white kid from class level
Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the
Teach niggas how to spend, the rest
Give blunts to the niggas massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my last

Yo, yo if I had four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my the money to take care of grandson
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
Spread it out on different
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare spanish mami playin' my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and one a them dreads
And get that bitch '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
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the
Fours, out my dick and take a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went home a shower in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

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

If I had twenty hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
I'll be to get to hell and bust down 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 face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

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

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