Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was strapped with my
see these drawers that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't mine
me, homie, can I hit that 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 fuck off the

Before I stick your ass in
And have to do some more time
Want to give me the
'Cause I was strapped a glock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the slight spot cell block my homies me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for selling
Sometimes you do your shit and ain't no second
Look around, there's of motherfuckas that I recognize

Oh, what's up man I'm back
But it's a situation
weekend vacation
Government

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

'Cause all my peoples on
In the pen warrant
So it's some shit I leaped in
Damn Santa Rita weekend

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