Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

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

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Niggaz dat want to age hustle
that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, yo ass is doomed
no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall they run up,
I got killas trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz livin for dreams
And the get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby suckin on
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 cause niggaz 3rd ward
9th ward and claimin 10th ward
All my be dyin down 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 to my eyes and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in this game"
So we jumped into this rap
And laid it to all my killas
tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no comin
to randall and t-dove
They say, "p, the ain't all that."
I mean the calliope done change
Right from roges tablet you the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and tryin to come up
And with this new dope game,
I mean this rap game, tryin to get out to make some change
But down south my homies dyin, niggaz
But we ain't buyin

Chorus: 2x

Who (2pac gone, but rapper) gon be next
To take that final ride (I 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 died they couldn't come back and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his cry
I just wanna know where he when my cousin died
last step, then it's yo debt, yo last breath
Then it's the moment you
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin
He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear
I wonder if a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like say
on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k.
Convertible lexus eightball, mjg
500 like my brother master p, I'm a the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral
Take pause to bury my boy, as we up to the grave yard

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

I done seen mo crime a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I more death than god
Just week a nigga got shot up and burned
But me I take to shit 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?
Cause in the projects, no love
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 got to go on without they brother
But the game, what goes around comes around
week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo mama cryin in steeple
Better yet, that could be you mornin the death of yo
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 ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile life for takin a
It's a never endin of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for final ride

(2x)

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