Luyện nghe bài hát 24 Hours To Live - Black Rob

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

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the
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 take kids from the
Show them what could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from class level
Show 'em christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
niggas how to spend, stack the rest
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 twenty four to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat fried chicken and drink a nantucket
Then go get a jar branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of
Load the three power, hop in the eddie
And go give all six to that papi sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, a few calls
Shop at the mall, a lil' ball
all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on floors
And I'm gon' lotto, for what?
though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what

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You know when I was close to the
I'd probably be in the
With this bare mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a 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, out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip, git them cats I to git
Since the tavern on the green robbery in
Went took a shower in nice cold water
And my last hours wit my son and my daughter

1 - if you had twenty four hours to live 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?

If you had twenty four hours to live think
would you go?
What you do?
Who you screw?
And who would you wanna
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to

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 that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
The eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you now, I'm off to the bank
With bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the face
Fuck her in the safe, and her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops 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 to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and down satan
on this shit and I got spot vacant
Back to the twenty I make it out the precinct
Shootin niggas that I hate in they while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every don
Give the money to my moms and her that I'm gone
I would school my little brother that niggas him harm
He learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent get and bonds

Twenty four left my death
So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish breath
I know exactly I'm goin', but i'mma send you there first
And with the shit that be doin', i'mma send you there worse
I've been livin' a curse, and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my 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 wall street, a fog
Out with a bang, you remember my name
I to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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