Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
Smack conceited niggas right off the
I'd even look for my dad 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 white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
Give to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street to invest
And harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I my mother the money to take care of grandson
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to papi that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil'
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare spanish playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a dreads
And get that bitch '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a shower in nice cold
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had four hours 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 nigga get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the
For the that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops just had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take the wit me

If I had four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
Back to the four I make it out the precinct
niggas that 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 mean him
He should learn to tell the future without readin'
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty left until my death
So I'm waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', send you there worse
I've livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But I go, say hello to my little friend
But I to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, a fog
Out a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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