Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

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

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Niggaz dat to space age hustle
Catch rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the when they run up,
I got killas coming trough with ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin black hearse
I mean, you gone nigga you layin in the dirt
Ain't no in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
Niggaz livin for ghetto
And the ghetto get so
I a little bitty baby suckin on daisies
two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown
in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th
All my homies be down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas with gold in mouth
But I'm a soldier, a rolla, me ten
I'd rather die than go to the 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 to all my killas
That tried to my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no comin
Talked to randall and
They say, "p, the streets all that."
I the calliope projects done change
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 with this new dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to some change
But down south my dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we ain't

Chorus: 2x

Who (2pac gone, but what rapper) gon be
To take that final (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 to my niggaz that died
Too bad when they died they come back and tell
If they really is side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know 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
dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos
I wonder if there's a 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 don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a rock painted cadillac like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, 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 to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave yard

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

I done seen mo than a crime lord
I sit back and think 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 that
the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, no love
Niggaz will split yo wig they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what goes around comes
Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through town
That could be yo mama in that steeple
Better yet, that could be you the death of yo people
In the hood, I'm known for peelin caps, so I'm a cap
The police know me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug
I reverse the game cause ain't no for a black man
13 years old, my little got juvenile 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 kevin
Miller, and all tru niggaz and bitches
done died out there on these streets
And that final ride
Y'all ain't forgotten
Cause tru niggaz forever
Tru niggaz us
Ya heard me? it's nigga
We gon see fools in the crossroads