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

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 branson
And make sure I my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go give all six to papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
Spread it out on different
And I'm play 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 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, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my

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

If you had twenty four hours to just think
Where you go?
What 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 twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all them spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me
The other had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and 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 shit his pops had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had four 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 bust down
Styles' on this shit and I got vacant
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the money to my moms and tell her 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 with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four left my death
So I'm waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma 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, tell my girl I her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will my name
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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