Luyện nghe bài hát Check (Let's Ride)

I got my check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my
The come first then the money and the power
We got cake to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my pistol
My vest, plus I got VS1's my neck
The come first then the money and the power
We got cake to make, let's ride

They thought I'd be one hit wonder
Until I up to the V M A's in one big Hummer
You know I'm a big stunna just Baby Fool
Brand new Bentley Fanna baby

Uh Deano hit me now I got to make
You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty eight to a
You got your on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
What, where I'm from we like our screwed up

Uh, the blades chop we use and stage props
We hate cops 'cause we get stopped
For ridin' plus they know I got my pistol on me
You try to jack me for my 'lac gon' miss you homey

I got my converse check, my check
My vest, plus I got around my neck
The respect come then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's

I got my converse check, my pistol
My vest, I got VS1's around my neck
The respect first then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's

Yo Will-Lean let's man, let's ride
We gotta go homey, ride
You how we do it though, let's ride
Let's ride, let's

Uh I'm too street to go pop but I pop heat in the
I'm not braggin', G-5 wagon when I in my jeep
Customized, bubble eyed DVD's in the head
Rest I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet

Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new off the lot
Fifty weeks on the dog I'm too hot
But when I do drop you better out 'cause I'm comin'
Niggaz like roaches when the on they runnin'

Ten years and just like M.O.P
Fuck strugglin-I get my ain't shit for free
I get that big bread, I'm big chips
You get killed at the beginnin' I get big strips

I got my check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got around my neck
The respect come then the money and the power
We got more to make, let's ride

I got my converse check, my check
My vest, plus I got VS1's my neck
The respect come first then the money and the
We got cake to make, let's ride

I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, next els and sprint
I'm try na own ten homes yo rap been gone
I'm harder then y'all better yet I'm smarter then
I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I

I got that hot that you bump in yo drop top shit
Bentley cocked hit the old folks stop it
You know I hits every time I spit fire
Who ever told you I ain't ballin'-a lier

I got my converse check, my pistol
My vest, plus I got VS1's around my
The respect come first then the money and the
We got more to make, let's ride

I got my check, my pistol check
My vest, plus I got around my neck
The respect come then the money and the power
We got more cake to make, let's

Haha let's ride you I make the music
You can ride to, get to, get fly to
Yeah like them Ruff Ryder
I make that shit you can to

Holly at ya boy, Houston we have a
Red on the B, we gettin' cheddar now
We on another now haha