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

Yo, I'd turn out all the that's heterosexual
conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I knew
And show him how I 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 white kid from high level
'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
Give blunts to the niggas under massive
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a
Then go get a jar from
And make I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the bauer
And go give all six to papi that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
Even though I 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 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
the tavern on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four to live just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who would you notify?
Or would yo' ass that 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 I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other had to be baking soda by itself
So fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the face
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had twenty four to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust satan
Styles' on 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 every so-called don
Give the money to my and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my brother that niggas mean him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I exactly 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 livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little
But I to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, my girl I love her
C-4 up the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to forever, but this wasn't fame

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