Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

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

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Niggaz dat want to age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin
That be yo ship, bitch, cause yo ass is doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope
once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall they run up,
I got killas coming with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black
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 bitty baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the
5 niggaz behind 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 10th
All my homies be dyin down
Run around, talkin shit, with gold 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 into this rap game
And laid it down to all my
tried to teach my nigga the game
Cause once you gone, ain't no comin
Talked to and t-dove
They say, "p, the streets all that."
I mean the calliope projects change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin man
And niggaz still bubble ups
Big mo in the rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to some change
But down my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we buyin

Chorus: 2x

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

I often wonder if there's a heaven or a hell
Rest in to my niggaz that 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 my cousin died
That 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 polos
I if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I some nigga gunned john gotti had went in the chamber
say my days are numbered cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas don't live long
I'm tryin to live to a candy painted cadillac like outkast say
on them thangs 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 off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the yard

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

I done mo crime than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I more death than god
Just last week a nigga got up and burned
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 split yo wig cause they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you feel me, cause I the pain of others
I feel for every nigga got to go on without they brother
But like the game, what around comes around
Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through town
could be yo mama cryin in that 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 know me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug deala
I the game cause ain't no love for a black man
13 years old, my cousin got juvenile life for takin a stand
It's a never endin 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 brother kevin
Miller, and all tru niggaz and bitches
That done died out there on these
And took that ride
Y'all niggaz forgotten
Cause tru niggaz live
Tru niggaz us
Ya heard me? it's nigga
We gon see y'all in the crossroads