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 hours to live, what you do?
some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How you handle it?
Mase, what you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the
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 high class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under stress
Give every bum on the street cash to
And hope will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo if I had twenty hours 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 care of
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
Spread it out on different
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

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You know I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
With bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, 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 robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had four hours to live just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you 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 times that I paid for twenty an he me twelve
The other eight had to be soda by itself
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
those 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 her take me to my place
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his just had
And when I'm down to three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to and bust down satan
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they
I'm on the job robbin' so-called 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 without readin' palms
When they come in the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma you there worse
I've been livin' with a curse, and now all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my
Try to to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on wall street, a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but wasn't fame

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