Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But hold all them crocodile tears it ain't like I'm dyin'
You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the 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 home before you it
I'm comin' through like in approximately the next 30 days

But if you think I'm tryin' to 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 connects that I meet in

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

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

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

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

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