Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask one question
If you had twenty hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, would 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 him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids the ghetto
Show them what they could if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class
'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
Give blunts to the niggas under stress
Give every bum on the street cash to
And hope harlem blow up be my last request

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

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You when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them
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 sniff an of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a on the floor
Jump in the whip, git cats I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a in nice cold water
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller 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 just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city and take the judges wit me

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

Twenty four left until my
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you worse
I've been 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 under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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