Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was strapped with my
They see these drawers I'm wearing
ain't mine nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that

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

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

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

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

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

My size ten rest upon the floor
Head's bob slow to a freestyle flow
I don't know this masterplan, understand
Why there's more black folks in 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 bank
Sunday, Monday, came fool I'm out home change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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