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?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of
How you handle it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I knew
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids the ghetto
them what they could have if they never settle
Take white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas like up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
Give blunts to the niggas massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will up be my last 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 branson
And make sure I leave my the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil'
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
it out on different floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

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You when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare spanish 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
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an of raw, bust the four
Fours, out my dick and take a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four to live just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna 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 papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the that 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
those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there the bank teller wit the pretty face
her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city 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 to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the money to my and tell her that I'm gone
I school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the
So fuck bein' get stocks and bonds

Twenty left until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll 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 little
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
like three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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