Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours to Live

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's
Smack niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad I never knew
And show him how I in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never
every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what christmas growin' up in the ghetto
Teach niggas how to spend, the rest
Give to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street 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 fried chicken and a nantucket
Then go get a jar from
And make sure I leave my mother the to take care of grandson
the three power, hop in the eddie bauer
And go give all six to papi that sold me flour
Get a baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a ball
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different
And I'm gon' play lotto, for
Even though I ain't be here tomorrow, so what

[black
You know when I was to the ledge
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get and smoke one a them dreads
And get that from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't close
I her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the
Fours, pull out my dick and a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green in eighty-six
Went 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 just
would you go?
What you do?
Who would you
And who you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass to die?

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

What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his at the door
For the times that I paid for 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 bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops 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 four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got 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 money to my moms and tell her that I'm
I school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without palms
When come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get stocks and

Twenty left until my death
So I'm gon' alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', i'mma send you worse
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, reconcile with my
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I her
C-4 up under the coat, up my dog
Turn like buildings on wall street, into a fog
Out a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever, but this fame

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