Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask one question
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 out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack 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 shit like take from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they settle
Take every kid from high class level
Show 'em what like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, the rest
Give to the niggas under massive stress
every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd eat some 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
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil'
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

[black
You when I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
With this spanish mami 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
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
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 to live just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass that yo' ass about to die?

If you had four hours to live just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass 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 that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be soda by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

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

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there
And with the shit that I'll be doin', send you there worse
I've been with 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, with my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love 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 forever, but this wasn't fame

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