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
out of a case

'Cause I was with my nines
They see these that I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't mine
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that

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

I stick your ass in here
And have to do more time player
to give me the strap
'Cause I was strapped with a

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

And these niggas what I'm all about
See screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a party in
A Santa Rita 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 hand
Three in the morning, dressed in blue once

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

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

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

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

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

Who you know nigga
Besides which I to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my lawyer Mr. perming?
Of wall 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
run up on me again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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