Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

-yo, big mann, happenin?
-just out chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you about?
-nigga, I'm out reminiscin, lookin around, nigga
on what?
-bout how shit changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this daily, constantly happenin
-so what, we next or
-nigga, we to come 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
That be yo ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no comin back, in the dope game
Cause once you die, you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when run up,
I got coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
livin for ghetto dreams
And the get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the
5 niggaz behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz it was a clown show
Witches in the st. projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd
9th ward and niggaz claimin ward
All my be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas 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 for change, niggaz ain't livin in this dope game"
So we into this rap game
And laid it down to all my
That tried to teach my the game
once you gone, ain't no comin back
Talked to randall and
say, "p, the streets ain't all that."
I mean the calliope done change
Right from tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz servin bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and tryin to come up
And with this new wave game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz to get out to make some change
But down south my dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we ain't

repeat 2x

Who (2pac gone, but rapper) gon be next
To that final ride (I hope it ain't me who)
Get cashed like a bad (slammin cadillac doors)
Black hearses they should be 6-0's

I often wonder wonder if there's a or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggaz that
Too bad when they died they couldn't back and tell
If really is another side, I seen his mother 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
think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here
Used to ride a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed up in a suit, he used to wear polos
I wonder if there's a for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga john gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live
Even scarface a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like say
Ride on them thangs like 10, from 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
not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we up to the grave yard

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

I done seen mo crime than a lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen more death god
Just last week a nigga got up and burned
But me I take heed to shit like that, and I
How can I not end up like that
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by trigga?
in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause gon on drugs (her-oin)
I you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others
I for every nigga that got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what goes comes around
Next that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo mama 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 know me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug deala
I reverse the cause ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got life for takin a stand
a never endin game 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 little brother
Miller, and all tru niggaz and bitches
That done died out on these streets
And took that ride
niggaz ain't forgotten
Cause tru niggaz forever
Tru niggaz us
Ya me? it's real nigga
We gon see y'all fools in the