Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes 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
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 under massive stress
Give every bum on the cash to invest
And hope harlem will blow up be my request

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

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You know when I was close to the
I'd be in the wedge
With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the
Fours, out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went home a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my

1 - if you had twenty four hours to live just
Where you go?
would you do?
Who would you
And who would you notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass to die?

If you had four hours to live 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 at the door
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 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 her take me to my place
We'll a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops had
And when I'm down to 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 station the inf'
I'll be to get to hell and bust down satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they face they eatin'
I'm on the job every so-called don
Give the money to my moms and her that I'm gone
I school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you with the bomb
So fuck bein' get stocks and bonds

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

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