Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Days

I did time, committed mad crime
Only paid rhymes but now drop dimes
on a homicide rap
Singin' in the precinct, tryin' to an R&B contract

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Windy days but nothin' changed but the weather
I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
That's for queers, of years later, gator

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

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

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

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

Days go by, gets darker but I'm a New York
on your ass like Orca
Not the Lady, stay up out my face
It take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case

You get in different ways
I'm for the cage
the next 30 days

Rob Swift business