Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck 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
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
at the mall, shoot 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 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
With bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
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 cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the 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 hours to live just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to

If you had twenty four to live just think
would 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 papi's spot, put one in his 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 dead now, I'm off to the
With those bricks in a and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the 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 same shit his just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' so-called don
Give the money to my moms and her that I'm gone
I school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin'
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my
So I'm waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma you there worse
I've livin' with 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, reconcile 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 my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't

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