Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I leave my mother the 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, a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my bitches on one at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
I'd probably be in the
With this bare mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a 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?
would you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny yo' ass about to die?

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four gotta get the raw
Run all them spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me
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 grabbed
Went in there grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops had
And I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped 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
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got vacant
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas mean him
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get and bonds

Twenty four until my death
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', i'mma send you worse
I've livin' 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, reconcile my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like 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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