Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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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 shit there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, what you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take from the ghetto
Show them what they have if they never settle
Take every white kid high class level
Show 'em what 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 harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a
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, a few calls
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
all of my bitches on one telly 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 playin' 'tween my
Then I'm off to get choke and one a them dreads
And get that bitch '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
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 on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in cold water
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

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 that yo' ass about to die?

What hey yo, if I had twenty nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the
For the times I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just
in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but selfish 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 hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
be waitin' to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
Shootin niggas that I hate in face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' so-called don
the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future readin' palms
they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma send you first
And with the shit that be doin', i'mma send 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 explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this fame

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