Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Days

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

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

I razorblades in my shoe
Niggaz to kill the AK if I ever come through
And I'm doin' 30 more days in this cage
Locked with men that go both ways

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

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

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

Me and my friends get together
I think jail could ever, I learned to never say never
But now we gonna party, party
Shit, fiesta,

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

All you do, act like nuts
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You get done in different
I'm headed for the
the next 30 days

Rob Swift business