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 you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
Smack conceited 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 take kids from the ghetto
Show what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid high class level
Show 'em what like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the cash to invest
And hope will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried and drink 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 eddie
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
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
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was 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 smoke one a dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
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 take a piss on the
Jump in the whip, git cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in 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 would you notify?
Or would yo' ass that yo' ass about to die?

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

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 I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be soda by itself
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I grabbed
Went in there the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his just had
And when I'm down to three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and down satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' so-called don
Give the money to my moms and her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas him harm
He should learn to tell the future readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

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 livin' a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my friend
But I to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't

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