Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I leave my the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to 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
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
With this bare spanish mami playin' my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck around and an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
the tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my

1 - if you had twenty four hours to live think
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who would you wanna
Or yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

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

What hey yo, if I had four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
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 grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her me to my place
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops 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 probably die on the
Run in the squeezin the inf'
be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas I hate 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 would school my little brother niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin'
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared 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 every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there
And with the shit that I'll be doin', send you there worse
I've livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say to my little friend
But I gots to 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 with a bang, you will remember my
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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