Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

-yo, big mann, what's
-just out chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin
-nigga, I'm out reminiscin, lookin around, nigga
on what?
-bout how done changed, dawg
-all niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, shit daily, constantly happenin
-so what, we or what?
-nigga, we tryin to up and raise them little ones
-well, let's find a way out shit
-well, let's do dat

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Niggaz dat want to age hustle
Catch that to the fuckin moon
be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then yo name
On the wall they run up,
I got killas coming trough bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you in the dirt
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz livin for ghetto
And the get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby on daisies
two to the chest, one to the head
5 walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz it was a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, a hoe
And sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th
All my homies be dyin down
Run around, talkin shit, killas with in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, me ten
I'd rather die than go to the pen
My partna bos to my eyes and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this game"
So we jumped into rap game
And it down to all my killas
tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause you gone, ain't no comin back
to randall and t-dove
They say, "p, the streets all that."
I mean the calliope done change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin man
And niggaz still bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z to come up
And with this new wave game,
I this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make some change
But down south my homies dyin, fryin
But stories we buyin

Chorus: 2x

Who (2pac gone, but rapper) gon be next
To take that final (I hope it ain't me who)
Get like a bad check (slammin cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they should be

I often wonder wonder if there's a heaven or a
Rest in peace to my that died
Too bad when they died couldn't come back and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his cry
I wanna know where he went when my cousin died
last step, then it's yo debt, yo last breath
Then it's the you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us gon be here
Used to with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's up in a suit, when he used to wear polos
I wonder if a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went in the
Moms say my days are numbered I live wrong
Even scarface a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac outkast say
Ride on thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k.
Convertible lexus eightball, mjg
500 my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave

Who gon be next...to take final ride?

I done seen mo crime than a crime
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more than god
Just week a nigga got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to like that, and I learned
How can I not end up that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by trigga?
in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you me, cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga got to go on without they brother
But like the game, goes around comes around
Next week could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo cryin in that steeple
Better yet, that could be you mornin the of yo people
In the hood, I'm for peelin caps, so I'm a cap peela
The police know me for drugs, so I'm a drug deala
I reverse the game cause no love for a black man
13 years old, my little got juvenile life for takin a stand
It's a never endin of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that ride

(2x)

R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. c
And my little kevin
Miller, and all y'all tru and bitches
That done died out there on streets
And took final ride
niggaz ain't forgotten
Cause tru live forever
Tru like us
Ya heard me? real nigga
We gon see y'all in the crossroads