Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

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

Yo, yo if I had four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar from
And sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go give all six to that papi sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
it out on different floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[black
You know I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 gave us up to the feds
of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
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 a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery 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 to live just think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you wanna
Or yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had twenty four to live just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny 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 at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking by itself
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit 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 twenty four to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station the inf'
be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job every 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
they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get and bonds

Twenty left until my death
So I'm gon' waste of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma you there first
And with the that I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little
But I gots to 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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