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
They see these that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't nigga
me, homie, can I hit that mista

Niggas up in the while a toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch some niggas are 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 some more player
to give me the strap
'Cause I was with a glock

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

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

Every time I around, every time I look
I'm considered to be a murderer, a
Ali shook the world I'm 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 freestyle
I don't know this masterplan, can't
Why there's more 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 from my commissary
Sunday, Monday, came fool I'm out this change

But it me think
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 Rita weekend

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

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

Who you know nigga
Besides which I to answer any questions
the advisory of my lawyer Mr. Baker perming?
Of this wall I make, let me go po po, I'm

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

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

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

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

like yeah, me wait two scales
It don't shit when you're sitting 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 gacks, some here for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and ain't no second
around, there's 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 third
Sike I can't go
And can't ignore it

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

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