Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

up out of my cell
With Santos and county handcuffs and shackles
Gonna ride up on that goose
Coming out of a

'Cause I was with my nines
They see these that I'm wearing
ain't mine nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit mista

Niggas up in the while a toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch some niggas are to here
Fool, I'm it, so phone check
Nigga get the fuck off the

I stick your ass in here
And have to do some time player
Want to give me the
'Cause I was strapped with a

I I got to sit my black ass
Right there and get shot see
But fool, it ain't no out
See I scoring clout

And show these niggas I'm all about
See niggas screaming cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a in hell
A Rita county jail

Every time I turn around, every I look
I'm to be a murderer, a crook
Ali shook the I'm gonna shake my homies hand
Three in the morning, dressed in blue again

My size ten rest upon the floor
Head's bob real to a freestyle flow
I don't this masterplan, can't understand
Why there's more folks in jail than Japanese in Japan

But err my eyes pink, upon that bunk
Thinking about them tickets, choking up on that chunk
Withca a snicker from my commissary
Sunday, Monday, came fool I'm out this home

But it me think
The treating us like a merry go 'round
One day you're chilling at home, the next you down
Sam peace to my hounds in the in the pen
again it's a Santa Rita weekend

Just sitting up on the top
Watching the cell row
Just sitting up on the top
the cell block row

Seven zero seven case, motherfucking number two
Stressing tore up from the floor
Penelope's me on the floor
of robbing a store

Who you know anybody?
which I refuse to answer any questions
Without the advisory of my lawyer Mr. Baker
Of this I make, let me go po po, I'm innocent

Mistaken right suppose all blacks alike
you, kindly, Sir
You need to practice your better
Never run up on me

Bust a be off into the wind, back up off me beyatch
Just the other day my cronies shot me up
We warn you, boy, you becoming hella tight
Clayback back a building up there by dreno, Rita, quentin also

Just up on the top bunk
Watching the block row
Just up on the top bunk
the cell block row

Nah man, I didn't want the right here
I wanna throw that right down you know that baseline

like yeah, me wait two scales
It mean shit when you're sitting in the county jail
Is it my turn to the tale
Of how I got and how my lawyer failed to get me out

On the slight cell block my homies give me love
Some here for having gacks, some here for drugs
Sometimes you do shit and ain't no second tries
around, there's hell of motherfuckas that I recognize

Oh, up man I'm back again
But it's a temporary
Taking weekend
incarceration

I myself working on a pay hike
They calling me working on my third
I can't go forward
And motherfuckas ignore it

all my peoples on parole
In the pen gotta
So it's some I done leaped in
Damn another Rita weekend

Just up on the top bunk
Watching the cell row
Just sitting up on the top
Watching the cell row