Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

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

Before I stick your ass in
And have to do more time player
Want to give me the
'Cause I was strapped 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 clout

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

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

My ten rest upon the concrete floor
Head's bob real slow to a flow
I don't this masterplan, can't 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 that funk
Withca a snicker from my commissary
Sunday, Monday, fool I'm out this home change

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

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

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

Who you know anybody?
Besides which I refuse to answer any
Without the of my lawyer 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 your professional
Never run up on me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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