Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of
How you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the
I'd even look for my dad that I never
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like kids from the ghetto
Show them what could have 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, the rest
Give blunts to the under massive stress
every 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 chicken and a nantucket
Then go get a jar from
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go give all six to that papi sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil'
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween 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
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice water
And spent my last 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 twenty hours to live just think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who would you
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass that yo' ass about to die?

What hey yo, if I had four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just 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 squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down
Styles' on this and I got spot 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 her that I'm gone
I would school my little that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you first
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 hello to my little
But I gots to make it right, with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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