Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes heterosexual
conceited niggas 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
them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from class level
Show 'em what christmas like growin' up in the
niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some chicken and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that that 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
it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

[black
You when I was close 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 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 and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he 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 in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and 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 his pops 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 four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they 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 brother that niggas mean him harm
He should to tell the future without readin' palms
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but cherish every 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 livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my friend
But I gots to make it right, 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 buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will my name
I to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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