Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty four 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 bauer
And go all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil'
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same
it out on different floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
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 her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the
Fours, pull out my dick and take a on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them 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 wit my son and my daughter

1 - if you had twenty four hours to live just
Where you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass 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 would you wanna
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 that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just
Went in 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 that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take the 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 down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they 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 that niggas him harm
He should learn to tell the without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty left until my death
So I'm gon' waste 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 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 it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but wasn't fame

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