Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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I want you to ask one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, 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 off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the
them what they could have if they never settle
Take white kid from high class level
'em what christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to
And hope harlem will 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 drink a
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I leave my mother the to take care of grandson
Load the power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi that me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was 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 one a them dreads
And get that bitch '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, pull out my dick and take a piss on the
Jump in the whip, git cats I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

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

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda 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 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 that's selfish and be bad
For my son to have the same shit his just had
And I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and 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 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 school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should 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 left my death
So I'm gon' alot 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 send you there
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 make it right, with my mother
Try to to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like three buildings on street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't

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