Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Days

I never did time, mad crime
Only paid but now niggaz drop dimes
Harmonizin' on a rap
Singin' in the precinct, tryin' to catch an R&B

Now they hit me a one, two, three, personally
Conspiracy, it don't shit to me
The time will go fast I'm true blue
On the D L, back home, I got a for ma duke

I stack in my shoe
threaten to kill the AK if I ever come through
And I'm doin' 30 more in this steel cage
Locked down with men that go both

But ain't gon' grease me
My blade say OPP, niggaz in PC gon' know me
I'm not the everyday
Actions speak than words, so step to the verb

Fuck a pronoun, I get for my crown
Pass the three pound, it to King Clown
And him lounge, you know the whole phase
I'm about to go the government's maze
In about 30

You know my name, no in my game
to fly the kid champagne from Spain
About to go in to push a bid for I done did
Goin' away, party at the

Me and my friends gonna get
I didn't think jail could ever, I to never say never
But now we gonna party, party
Shit, fiesta,

Gun up on my floor
All my peeps know they got to keep damn guns at the door
wanna get hit with a bullet, meanin' a year time in jail
If you can't, comprehend with the friend

All you do, don't act like
It don't make no for the whole crew to get locked up
Bad enough I to go in, yo
But when the shit hit the fan, debris' blow

Windy days but ain't nothin' but the weather
While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love
for queers, couple of years later, gator

But hold all them crocodile tears because it ain't I'm dyin'
You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the clot cryin'
This ain't The of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
I take it 'cause I'll be home before you know it
I'm through like X-rays in approximately the next 30 days

But if you I'm tryin' to skip town
You best to purchase a aid and ask yourself how that sound
I'm not tryin' to jump bail 'cause the dough
That I'ma use to flip up the new connects I meet in jail

Politicians, they all this
Every now and they visit a snitch who helped 'em get rich
Yeah, part of the plan
Lock down the man who grands
Put him in the hand of Sam

This the stuff, you can't for 30 days
I'm on a bus with niggaz fuss over tight handcuffs
And I'm inside, I take in stride
Livin' in prison, pigeons know that time don't fly

go by, night gets darker but I'm a New York
Whalin' on ass like Orca
Not the Avon Lady, up out my face
It only take a shoelace, for a to catch a new case

You get done in ways
I'm headed for the
Within the next 30

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