Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch some are scared 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 time
Want to give me the
'Cause I was with 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 these what I'm all about
See screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't a party in hell
A Santa Rita county

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who you know anybody?
Besides I refuse to answer any questions
the advisory of my lawyer 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 your professional better
Never run up on me

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

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

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

like yeah, me wait two scales
It don't mean when you're 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 cell my homies give me love
Some for having gacks, some here for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your and ain't no second tries
Look around, hell of motherfuckas that I recognize

Oh, up man I'm back again
But a temporary situation
Taking weekend
Government

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

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

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