Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

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

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 ass in here
And have to do some time player
Want to give me the
'Cause I was strapped a glock

I I got to sit my black ass
Right and get shot see fool
But fool, it no going out
See I keep clout

And show these niggas what I'm all
See niggas screaming cell to cell
Snitches tell a party in hell
A Santa Rita county

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

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

But it makes me
The systems us like a merry go 'round
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
the cell block row
Just sitting up on the top
the cell block row

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

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

right suppose all blacks look alike
you, kindly, Sir
You need to your professional better
Never run up on me

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

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

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

like yeah, me wait two scales
It mean shit when you're sitting in the county jail
Is it my turn to the tale
Of how I got and how my lawyer failed to get me out

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

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

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

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

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