Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

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

Before I your ass in here
And have to do some more player
Want to give me the
I was strapped with a glock

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

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

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

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

But err my eyes pink, upon that bunk
about 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 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 again it's a Santa weekend

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

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

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

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
the other day my cronies shot me up high
We warn you, baby boy, you hella tight
Clayback a building up there by dreno, Rita, quentin also Gino

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

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

It's 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 cell block my homies give me love
Some here for having gacks, some for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your and ain't no second tries
Look around, there's hell of motherfuckas that I

Oh, what's up man I'm back
But it's a temporary
Taking vacation
Government

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

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

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