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 to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit there, a lot of pressure
How you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

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

Yo, yo if I had four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some chicken and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
it out on different floors
And I'm gon' 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 bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

What hey yo, if I had four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
those 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 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 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 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
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the 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 school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without palms
When they in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

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

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