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 here reminiscin, lookin around,
-reminiscin on
-bout how shit done changed,
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby,
-damn, bro, this daily, constantly happenin
-so what, we or what?
-nigga, we tryin to come up and raise little ones
-well, let's find a way out this
-well, do dat there

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

Chorus: 2x

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

I often wonder wonder if there's a or a hell
in peace to my niggaz that died
Too bad when they died they couldn't come and tell
If they is another side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went my cousin died
That last step, 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 with a of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's up in a suit, when he used to wear polos
I if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some gunned john gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are cause I live wrong
Even scarface a song, gangstas really don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from side to side like u.g.k.
Convertible lexus eightball, mjg
500 like my master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral
Take pause to my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard

Who gon be next...to take that final

I seen mo crime than a crime lord
I sit back and think I seen more death than god
Just last week a got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to shit like that, and I
How can I not end up that nigga?
What the I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they gon on (her-oin)
I you feel me, cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga that got to go on they brother
But like the game, what goes around around
Next week that could be muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That be yo mama cryin in that steeple
yet, that could be you mornin the death 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 cause ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a
It's a endin game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final

(2x)

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