Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

Stepping up out of my
Santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles
Gonna ride up on gray goose
Coming out of a

'Cause I was with my nines
They see these drawers I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit mista

Niggas blowing up in the while a tissue
Ain't a bitch some niggas are scared to here
Fool, I'm with it, so phone
Nigga get the off the line

I stick your ass in here
And have to do more time player
Want to me the strap
'Cause I was strapped a glock

I I got to sit my black ass
Right and get shot see fool
But fool, it ain't no out
See I keep clout

And show these what I'm all about
See niggas screaming cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a in hell
A Santa Rita jail

Every time I turn around, every time I
I'm considered to be a murderer, a
Ali shook the world I'm gonna my homies hand
Three in the morning, in blue once again

My size ten rest upon the concrete
Head's bob real slow to a freestyle
I don't know this masterplan, can't
Why more black folks in jail than Japanese in Japan

But err my eyes pink, upon that bunk
Thinking them tickets, choking up on that funk chunk
Withca a snicker from my bank
Sunday, Monday, came fool I'm out home change

But it me think
The systems treating us a merry go 'round
One day you're chilling at home, the next you down
Sam peace to my in the county in the pen
Once again it's a Santa Rita

Just sitting up on the top
Watching the cell row
Just up on the top bunk
the cell block row

Seven zero seven case, motherfucking two eleven
Stressing manifestin' up from the floor
Penelope's me on the floor
Accused of robbing a

Who you know nigga
Besides I refuse to answer any questions
Without the of my lawyer Mr. Baker perming?
Of wall I make, let me go po po, I'm innocent

Mistaken right suppose all blacks look
you, kindly, Sir
You need to practice professional better
run up on me again

Bust a pattern be off into the wind, up off me beyatch
Just the other day my cronies shot me up
We warn you, boy, you becoming hella tight
Clayback a building up there by dreno, Rita, quentin also Gino

Just sitting up on the top
Watching the block row
sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell row

Nah man, I didn't want the chorus here
I wanna throw that right down there you know that

like yeah, me wait two scales
It don't mean shit when you're sitting in the county
Is it my to tell the tale
Of how I got and how my lawyer failed to get me out

On the slight spot cell block my homies me love
Some here for having gacks, some for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and no second tries
Look around, there's hell of that I recognize

Oh, what's up man I'm again
But a temporary situation
weekend vacation
Government

I call myself on a pay hike
They calling me on my third strike
Sike I go forward
And motherfuckas ignore it

'Cause all my on parole
In the pen gotta
So it's some shit I done in
Damn another Rita weekend

Just up on the top bunk
the cell block row
Just up on the top bunk
Watching the block row