Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes heterosexual
Smack niggas right 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
them what they could have if they never settle
Take white 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 under massive
every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some chicken and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go give all six to that that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
it out on different floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

[black
You know I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we 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 dick and take a on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a shower in cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga 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 gave me
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 grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And I'm down 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 squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down
Styles' on shit and I got spot vacant
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but send you there first
And with the shit I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But I go, say hello to my little friend
But I to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on 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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