Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask yourself one
If you had four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you 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 him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take from the ghetto
Show them they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the 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 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 power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same
it out on different floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

[black
You know I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
this bare spanish mami 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 close
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
home took a shower in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four to live just think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who would you
And who would you 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 at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he me twelve
The other had to be baking soda by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank 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 the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the
Run in the squeezin the inf'
be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
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 tell her I'm gone
I would school my little that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin'
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the
So fuck bein' get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish breath
I exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma 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 gots to make it right, with my mother
Try to to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my
I wanted to live forever, but this fame

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