Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was with my nines
see these drawers 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 some niggas are scared to here
Fool, I'm with it, so phone
Nigga get the off the line

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seven zero seven case, motherfucking two eleven
Stressing manifestin' tore up the floor
gots me on the floor
Accused of a store

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

Mistaken right suppose all look alike
you, kindly, Sir
You need to practice 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
back a building up there by dreno, Rita, quentin 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 want the chorus right
I throw that right down there 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 turn to tell the
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 drugs
Sometimes you do shit and ain't no second tries
Look around, there's hell of motherfuckas I recognize

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

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

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

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