Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes heterosexual
conceited niggas 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 kids from the
Show them they could have if they never settle
Take every kid from high class level
'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas 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 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 to take care of grandson
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami '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, wrote her a note, we 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 and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four hours to just think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass to die?

What hey yo, if I had twenty nigga gotta get the raw
Run all papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take the wit me

If I had twenty hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down
Styles' on shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
Shootin niggas that I in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my brother that niggas mean him harm
He should to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish 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 worse
I've been with 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, with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will my name
I wanted to live forever, but this fame

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