Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was strapped with my
They see these that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas mine nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit mista

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

Before I your ass in here
And to do some more time player
to give me the strap
'Cause I was strapped a glock

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

And these niggas what I'm all about
See niggas screaming from cell to
Snitches don't tell a party in
A Santa county jail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's like yeah, me wait two
It don't mean shit when you're in the county jail
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 give me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and no second tries
Look around, there's of motherfuckas that I recognize

Oh, up man I'm back again
But it's a temporary
weekend vacation
Government

I myself working on a pay hike
They me working on my third strike
I can't go forward
And motherfuckas ignore it

all my peoples on parole
In the pen warrant
So it's some shit I done in
Damn another Santa Rita

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