Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

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

Before I stick your ass in
And to do some more time player
to give me the strap
'Cause I was strapped 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 niggas what I'm all about
See niggas screaming from cell to
Snitches don't tell a 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 my homies hand
Three in the morning, in blue once again

My ten rest upon the concrete floor
Head's bob slow to a freestyle flow
I don't this masterplan, can't understand
Why there's more black in jail than Japanese in Japan

But err my eyes pink, upon that bunk
Thinking about them tickets, choking up on funk chunk
Withca a snicker from my commissary
Sunday, Monday, came fool I'm out home 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
Watching the block row
Just up on the top bunk
Watching the block row

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

Who you nigga anybody?
Besides which I refuse to any questions
Without the advisory of my Mr. Baker perming?
Of wall I make, let me go po po, I'm innocent

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

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

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 the chorus right here
I wanna throw that right there you know that baseline

It's like yeah, me two scales
It don't mean shit when you're sitting in the 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 cell block my homies me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for selling
Sometimes you do shit and ain't no second tries
Look around, there's hell of that I recognize

Oh, up man I'm back again
But a temporary situation
Taking vacation
Government

I call working on a pay hike
calling me working on my third strike
Sike I go forward
And motherfuckas ignore it

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

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