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 some shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you it?
Mase, would you do?

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

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat some fried and drink a nantucket
go get a jar from branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same
Spread it out on different
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be tomorrow, so what

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You when I was close to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
With this spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the on the green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four to live just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass deny 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 that I paid for twenty an he 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 bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just
Went in there grabbed the teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to the same shit his pops just had
And I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city and take the judges wit me

If I had twenty four 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
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty four I make it out the
Shootin niggas that I hate in face while they eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
I would school my little that niggas mean him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

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

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