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 deep shit there, a lot of pressure
How you handle it?
Mase, what you do?

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat some fried and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that papi that sold me
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
at the mall, shoot 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 I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get and smoke one a them dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't 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
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

[1] - if you had four hours to live just think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who would you
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass that 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 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 spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops had
And I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the
Run in the station squeezin the
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 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 school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to the future without readin' palms
they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four until 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 there
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you there
I've been livin' a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little
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 like three buildings on wall street, a fog
Out with a bang, you will my name
I wanted to live forever, but wasn't fame

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