Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

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

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Niggaz dat want to age hustle
that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, that's 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 black hearse
I mean, once you gone you layin in the dirt
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so
I seen a little baby suckin on daisies
two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a show
in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th
All my homies be down south
Run around, talkin shit, with gold in they mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, me ten
I'd rather die go to the fuckin pen
My partna bos looked to my and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz livin in this dope game"
So we into this rap game
And laid it down to all my
tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no comin
Talked to and t-dove
They say, "p, the streets all that."
I mean the projects done change
Right from roges tablet you the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin ups
Big mo in the rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with this new wave game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make change
But south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we ain't

Chorus: 2x

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

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

Who gon be next...to take that final

I done mo crime than a crime lord
I sit back and think I seen more death than god
Just last week a nigga got up and burned
But me I take to shit like that, and I learned
How can I not end up like nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that
in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, I feel the pain of others
I feel for nigga that got to go on without they brother
But the game, what 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 known for peelin caps, so I'm a cap
The police know me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug
I reverse the game ain't no love for a black man
13 old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a stand
It's a never endin of death, do or die
So if you kill, be for that final ride

(2x)

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