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 a one, two, three, personally
Conspiracy, it don't shit to me
The time will go 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 days in steel cage
down with men that go both ways

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This the stuff, you trust for 30 days
I'm on a bus with niggaz fuss over tight handcuffs
And while I'm inside, I in stride
Livin' in prison, stool pigeons know that time 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 nigga to a new case

You get done in ways
I'm for the cage
Within the 30 days

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