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, around, nigga
on what?
-bout how shit changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit daily, happenin
-so what, we next or
-nigga, we tryin to come up and raise them ones
-well, let's find a way out shit
-well, let's do dat

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Niggaz dat to space age hustle
that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo
On the wall when run up,
I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black
I mean, once you gone nigga you in the dirt
Ain't no in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz for ghetto dreams
And the ghetto get so
I seen a little bitty baby suckin on
Caught two to the chest, one to the
5 niggaz walked behind him in red
With ski masks, but niggaz it was a clown show
Witches in the st. bernard projects, a hoe
And sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz 10th ward
All my be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, me ten
I'd die than go to the fuckin pen
My bos looked to my eyes and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz ain't livin in dope game"
So we jumped this rap game
And laid it down to all my
That tried to teach my the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no back
to randall and t-dove
They say, "p, the ain't all that."
I mean the calliope projects done
Right roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and tryin to come up
And with this new dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to some change
But south my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we buyin

Chorus: 2x

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

I wonder 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 they really is another side, I seen his cry
I just wanna where he went when my cousin died
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 gon be here
to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear
I if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned john had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really live long
I'm tryin to to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast say
Ride on them like mack 10, from back 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 bury my boy, as we roll up to the yard

Who gon be next...to take that final

I done seen mo crime than a crime
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen death than god
Just last week a nigga got shot up and
But me I take heed to shit 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, ain't no
will split yo wig cause they 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 around comes around
Next week that could be muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo cryin in that steeple
Better yet, could be you mornin the death of yo people
In the hood, I'm known for caps, so I'm a cap peela
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 game 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 kevin
Miller, and all tru niggaz and bitches
That done out there on these streets
And took that final
Y'all ain't forgotten
tru niggaz live forever
Tru like us
Ya heard me? it's nigga
We gon see fools in the crossroads