Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

[puff
I want you to ask one question
If you had twenty four to live, what would you do?
That's some deep 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 niggas right off the pedestal
I'd look for my dad that I never knew
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take 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 niggas how to spend, the rest
Give blunts to the under massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my last

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

[black
You know when I was to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

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 eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops just had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got vacant
Back to the twenty four I it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in face 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 little brother that niggas mean him
He should learn to tell the future without palms
When come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get and bonds

Twenty four left until my
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll every breath
I know exactly I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my
Try to explain to my son, tell my I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch 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 fame

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