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, what you do?
That's some shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, what you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the that's heterosexual
Smack conceited right 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 shit like take kids the ghetto
them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high level
Show 'em what christmas like up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd eat some fried chicken and drink 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 that papi sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
I'd be in the wedge
With bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that us up to the feds
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
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a shower in nice water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

[1] - if you had twenty hours to live 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 live think
would you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
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 that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the
With bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in hall and take 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 spot
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they
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 mean him
He should learn to the future without readin' palms
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma you there first
And with the shit that be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all to end
But before I go, say hello to my friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my
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 a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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