Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was with my nines
see these drawers that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't nigga
me, homie, can I hit that mista

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

Before I stick ass in here
And to do some more time player
Want to give me the
'Cause I was 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 scoring

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, up man I'm back again
But it's a situation
Taking weekend
incarceration

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

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

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