Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

-yo, big mann, happenin?
-just out here chillin,
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, around, nigga
on what?
-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 them little ones
-well, let's find a way out shit
-well, let's do dat

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Niggaz dat want to space age
Catch that to the fuckin moon
be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no comin back, 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 long black
I mean, once you gone you layin in the dirt
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz livin for dreams
And the get so crazy
I seen a little baby suckin on daisies
two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked him dressed in red
ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd
9th ward and niggaz claimin ward
All my homies be down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with 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 jumped into this rap
And it down to all my killas
That tried to 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 projects done change
Right from tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to up
And this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make change
But down south my homies dyin, fryin
But we ain't buyin

Chorus: 2x

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

I often wonder wonder if a heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggaz died
Too bad when they died they couldn't back and tell
If they really is another side, I his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went when my cousin
That last step, it's yo debt, yo last breath
it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be
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 if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had 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
Ride on them thangs like 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
pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard

Who gon be next...to take that final

I done seen mo than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and I seen more death than god
Just last week a nigga got shot up and
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 up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, no love
Niggaz will yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, cause I feel the pain of
I feel for every nigga that got to go on without they
But like the game, what goes around comes
Next 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 of yo people
In the hood, I'm for peelin caps, so I'm a cap peela
The police 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 juvenile life for takin a
It's a endin game 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 brother 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 niggaz forever
Tru like us
Ya heard me? real nigga
We gon see y'all fools in the