Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ride

-yo, big mann, happenin?
-just out here chillin,
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, around, nigga
-reminiscin on
-bout how shit done changed,
these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit daily, constantly
-so what, we next or
-nigga, we tryin to up and raise them 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 to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
Ain't no comin back, livin in the game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then yo name
On the when they run up,
I got killas coming trough with bubble ups to up double ups
And put him in that long 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 dreams
And the ghetto get so
I seen a bitty baby suckin on daisies
two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was a clown
in the st. bernard projects, downed a hoe
And it's sad cause niggaz 3rd ward
9th ward and niggaz claimin ward
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 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 jumped into this rap
And laid it down to all my
That to teach my nigga the game
once you gone, ain't no comin back
Talked to and t-dove
They say, "p, the ain't all that."
I mean the projects done change
Right from roges you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz servin bubble ups
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to up
And this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, tryin to get out to make some change
But down south my dyin, niggaz fryin
But we ain't buyin

repeat 2x

Who (2pac gone, but rapper) gon be next
To take that final ride (I hope it me who)
Get like a bad check (slammin cadillac doors)
Black hearses when they be 6-0's

I often wonder wonder if there's a heaven or a
Rest in peace to my niggaz died
Too bad when they died they couldn't come and tell
If they really is another side, I seen his cry
I just wanna know where he went when my died
That last step, then it's yo debt, yo breath
Then the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's solo
He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to polos
I wonder if there's a for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota
I wish some nigga gunned gotti had went in the chamber
Moms say my days are cause I live wrong
Even scarface made a song, gangstas really don't long
I'm tryin to to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side u.g.k.
Convertible like 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
Take pause to bury my boy, as we roll up to the grave

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

I done seen mo crime than a crime
Sometimes I sit back and think I seen death than god
Just last week a got shot up and burned
But me I take heed to shit that, and I learned
How can I not end up like nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that
in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig they gon on drugs (her-oin)
I hope you me, cause I feel the pain of others
I feel for every nigga that got to go on without brother
But like the game, goes around comes around
Next week that could be your muthafuckin hearse ridin that town
That be yo mama cryin in that steeple
Better yet, could be you mornin the death of yo people
In the hood, I'm known for peelin caps, so I'm a cap
The police me for sellin drugs, so I'm a drug deala
I reverse the game 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 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 out there on these streets
And took that ride
Y'all niggaz forgotten
Cause tru niggaz live
Tru like us
Ya me? it's real nigga
We gon see y'all in the crossroads