Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Days

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

Now they hit me a one, two, three, personally
Conspiracy, it mean shit to me
The time will go fast because I'm blue
On the D L, home, I got a stash for ma duke

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

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

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

You my name, no shame in my game
to fly the kid champagne from Spain
About to go in to push a bid for wrongs I did
away, party at the crib

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

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

All you do, act like nuts
It make no sense for the whole crew to get locked up
Bad I have to go in, yo
But when the hit the fan, debris' 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, couple of years later,

But hold all them crocodile because it ain't like 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 slow I'll be home before you know it
I'm comin' like X-rays in approximately the next 30 days

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

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

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

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

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

Rob Swift business