Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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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 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 conceited right off the pedestal
I'd look for my dad that I never knew
And him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if never settle
Take every white kid high class level
Show 'em what 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 harlem will blow up be my last

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, it
I'd probably eat fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And make I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that 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 at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm play lotto, for what?
Even though I gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was to the ledge
I'd probably be in the
With this bare mami playin' 'tween my legs
I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that 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 and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my and take a piss on the floor
in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the tavern on the robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice water
And spent my last hours wit my son and my

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

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

What hey yo, if I had four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me
The other eight had to be soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe, and have her 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 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 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 and I got spot vacant
Back to the four I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they 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 should learn to tell the future without readin'
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared the bomb
So fuck violent get stocks and bonds

Twenty four until my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin', but i'mma you there first
And with the that I'll be doin', i'mma send you there worse
been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say to my little friend
But I gots to 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 buildings on 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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