Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

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

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Niggaz dat want to space age
Catch that rocket to the 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 when run up,
I got killas coming trough with ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long hearse
I mean, you gone nigga you layin in the dirt
no love in new orleans,
All the way to richmond,
livin for ghetto dreams
And the get so crazy
I seen a little bitty baby suckin on
two to the chest, one to the head
5 walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a show
in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And sad cause niggaz claimin 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin 10th
All my be dyin down south
Run around, talkin shit, killas 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 looked to my and said, "nigga
Is it time for change, niggaz livin in this dope game"
So we jumped into rap game
And it down to all my killas
That tried to teach my nigga the
Cause once you gone, no comin back
Talked to and t-dove
They say, "p, the streets all that."
I mean the calliope projects change
Right roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz servin bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to up
And with this new dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make change
But down my homies dyin, niggaz fryin
But stories we ain't

repeat 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 when they should be 6-0's

I often wonder if there's a heaven or a hell
Rest in peace to my niggaz that
Too bad when died they couldn't come back and tell
If really is another side, I seen his mother cry
I just wanna know where he went when my died
That 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
He's dressed up in a suit, when he 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 went in the
Moms say my days are numbered cause I live
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really don't long
I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to like u.g.k.
Convertible like eightball, mjg
500 like my master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we up to the grave yard

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

I done seen mo than a crime lord
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen 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
What the I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no
will split yo wig cause 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 around
Next that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin through that town
That could be yo mama in that steeple
yet, that 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 deala
I reverse the game cause no love for a black man
13 years old, my little cousin got juvenile for takin a stand
It's a endin game of death, do or die
So if you kill, be prepared for that final

(2x)

R.i.p. 2pac, nigga, eazy-e, segram, mr. c
And my little kevin
Miller, and all y'all tru and bitches
That done out there on these streets
And that final ride
Y'all niggaz forgotten
Cause tru niggaz live
Tru like us
Ya heard me? it's real
We gon see fools in the crossroads