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 with my
They see these that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas mine nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that

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

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

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

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

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

My ten rest upon the concrete floor
Head's bob real slow to a freestyle
I don't know this masterplan, understand
Why there's more black folks in 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 I'm out this home change

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

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

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

Who you know anybody?
Besides I refuse to answer any questions
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 your professional better
Never run up on me

Bust a pattern be off into the wind, back up off me
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 sitting up on the top
the cell block row
Just up on the top bunk
the cell block row

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

like yeah, me wait two scales
It don't mean shit when 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 homies give me
Some here for having gacks, some for selling drugs
Sometimes you do your shit and ain't no second
Look around, there's of motherfuckas that I recognize

Oh, what's up man I'm back
But a temporary situation
Taking weekend
incarceration

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

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

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