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?
some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the that's heterosexual
conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could if they never 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 massive
Give every bum on the cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my request

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

[black
You know when I was close to the
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare spanish playin' 'tween my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that 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
Fuck around and an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
the tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the times I paid 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 just
Went in there grabbed the bank wit the pretty face
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops had
And I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped 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 station squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to and bust down satan
Styles' on shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm
I would school my little brother that niggas him harm
He should learn to tell the without readin' palms
they come 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 I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile my mother
Try to to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but wasn't fame

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