Luyện nghe bài hát Santa Rita Weekend

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

'Cause I was strapped with my
They see these drawers I'm wearing
Muthafuckas ain't nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that

Niggas blowing up in the while a tissue
this a bitch some niggas are scared to here
Fool, I'm it, so phone check
Nigga get the fuck off the

Before I stick ass in here
And have to do some more player
to give me the strap
'Cause I was strapped with a

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

And show niggas what I'm all about
See niggas screaming from to cell
Snitches don't a party in hell
A Santa Rita jail

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

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

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

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

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

Seven seven case, motherfucking number two eleven
Stressing manifestin' up from the floor
gots me on the floor
Accused of a store

Who you know anybody?
Besides which I refuse to answer any
the advisory of my lawyer Mr. Baker perming?
Of this wall I make, let me go po po, I'm

right suppose all blacks look alike
you, kindly, Sir
You to practice your professional better
run up on me again

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

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

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

like yeah, me wait two scales
It don't mean when you're sitting in the county jail
Is it my turn to the tale
Of how I got popped and how my failed to get me out

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

Oh, what's up man I'm back
But a temporary situation
Taking weekend
incarceration

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

'Cause all my peoples on
In the pen warrant
So it's some shit I done in
another Santa Rita weekend

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