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 there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, what you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what could have if they never settle
Take every white kid high class level
'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, the rest
Give blunts to the under massive stress
Give every bum on the cash to invest
And hope harlem blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a
Then go get a jar from
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 sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on 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 this bare spanish mami playin' my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck around and an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the
For the times that I paid for 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 just
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
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 hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got vacant
Back to the twenty I make 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 that I'm
I would school my little that niggas mean him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my
So I'm gon' alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but send you there first
And with the that I'll be doin', i'mma 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, reconcile 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 street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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