Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every time I turn around, 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, in blue once again

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mistaken suppose all blacks look alike
you, kindly, Sir
You to practice your professional better
run up on me again

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

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

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

It's like yeah, me two scales
It mean shit when you're sitting in the county jail
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 give me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and ain't no tries
Look around, hell of motherfuckas that I recognize

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

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

'Cause all my on parole
In the pen gotta
So it's shit I done leaped in
another Santa Rita weekend

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