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

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I leave my the money to take care of grandson
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I ain't be here 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 mami '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, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home took a shower in nice water
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the times I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the
With bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same his pops just had
And when I'm down to 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 squeezin the inf'
I'll be to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot
Back to the twenty four I it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' so-called don
the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the
So fuck bein' violent get and bonds

Twenty left until my death
So I'm gon' waste of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know where I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' 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 with my
Try to explain to my son, tell my I love her
C-4 up under the coat, 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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