Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, would you do?
That's deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
Smack niggas right off the pedestal
I'd look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the
Show them what they could have if they settle
every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my request

Yo, yo if I had twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar from
And sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to that papi sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my on one telly at the same time
it out on different floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I gon' be here tomorrow, so what

[black
You when I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a dreads
And get bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last wit my son and my daughter

[1] - if you had twenty four hours to live think
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to

If you had twenty four hours to just think
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who would you notify?
Or would yo' ass that yo' ass about to die?

What hey yo, if I had twenty nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the
For the times I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by
So papi you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and her take me to my place
make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city hall and the judges wit me

If I had twenty hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
Shootin that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm
I would school my brother that niggas mean him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So bein' violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you there
I've livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little
But I gots to make it right, reconcile my mother
Try to to my son, tell my girl I love her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn three buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my
I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't

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