Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

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

Yo, yo if I had four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd eat some fried chicken and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that papi sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

[black
You know when I was close to the
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my
Then I'm off to get 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 close
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had four nigga 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 gave me
The other had to be baking soda by itself
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and 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 hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got vacant
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her I'm gone
I would school my little brother 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 four left my death
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 send you there
I've been livin' with a curse, and now all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my
Try to explain to my son, 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 fame

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