Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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I want you to ask yourself one
If you had twenty four hours to live, what 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 for my dad that I never knew
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show what they could have if they never settle
Take every kid from high class level
Show 'em christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, stack the
Give blunts to the niggas massive stress
Give bum on the street cash to invest
And hope will blow up be my last request

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

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You when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the
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, out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home a shower in nice cold water
And spent my hours wit my son and my daughter

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

If you had twenty four hours to just think
Where you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who you wanna 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 papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I for twenty an he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but that's and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be wit tnt
Run up in city and take the judges wit me

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

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

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