Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

I was strapped with my nines
They see these drawers that I'm
Muthafuckas ain't mine
me, homie, can I hit that mista

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

Before I stick ass in here
And have to do some more time
Want to me the strap
'Cause I was strapped with a

I I got to sit my black ass
Right there and get see fool
But fool, it no going out
See I scoring clout

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

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

My ten rest upon the concrete floor
Head's bob real slow to a flow
I don't know masterplan, can't understand
Why there's more black folks in jail than Japanese in

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

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

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

zero seven case, motherfucking number two eleven
Stressing manifestin' tore up from the
Penelope's gots me on the
of robbing a store

Who you know anybody?
which I refuse to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my Mr. Baker perming?
Of this wall I make, let me go po po, I'm

Mistaken right suppose all look alike
you, kindly, Sir
You need to practice your better
Never run up on me

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

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

Nah man, I want the chorus right here
I throw that right down there you know that baseline

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

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

Oh, up man I'm back again
But it's a temporary
Taking weekend
incarceration

I call myself working on a pay
calling me working on my third strike
Sike I can't go
And can't ignore it

all my peoples on parole
In the pen gotta
So some shit I done leaped in
Damn another Rita weekend

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