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 hours 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 turn out all the hoes that's
Smack conceited niggas right off the
I'd even look for my dad I never knew
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids the ghetto
Show them what could have if they never settle
Take every kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the under 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 hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I 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
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm play 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 probably be in the
With this bare spanish playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four hours to live think
Where you go?
would you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you notify?
Or yo' ass deny 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 papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops just had
And when I'm to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in hall and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty hours 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 shit and I got spot
to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the money to my moms and her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that mean him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until 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 there
And the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send 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 it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, 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 this wasn't

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