Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya

C'mon, nigga...
over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a yaknow?
Let loose!

Time goes by, whether ya to' off or fly
Like this life that ya livin, you could see in my eyes
And I wonder why - when I the time'll find
Turnin earth into meantime, catch me on the grind
mine, is bout mine - let it be known
For those who won't and don't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but it's somethin I can sell 'em

I'd rather lie to ya, then ya hope
Ain't I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
I said I'd rather lie to ya, then ya hope
Ain't nothin I could ya so I'll sell ya dope

(Put ya in ya hand)

Children come the world with no, state of mind
Then mind state of mankind is that of - blind
From the time ya born till ya gain
ya it all, tryna prove it all
Mom and pops told me, "Son be days like this"
But they never told me I could get paid this
High risk, where my on the line
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get
She pray; what can she do?
Cops to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I that's life and then ya die
why we get high, 'cause when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that again
And ya wonder why we go ride again
That was then, and is now, and this is how
we execute our plans, it goes down
Ya a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve juice sweet
Just to get niggaz off the
I got caught up in the mix went to the and shit
Back on the tryna figure out well if they hit first
your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin and mackin
I it happen, nigga I make it happen

Will we Nah I don't think so - no
remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep this dope
We're gangbangin, keep sellin this dope

I got all the at (Eastside!)
If you or red raggin (Westside!)
around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in ya
Where all homies at? (Eastside!)
If you blue or red (Westside!)
around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya in the air

aww yeah, game..
Dat Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
Soopafly, thugs, money drugs
Felony crimes, poverty.. with affirmative action?
We the United States? Seems like the Divided
Liberty and for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all

It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a
Flag hangin out ya pants, life on ya last chance
One more stripe to lock it down till ya
Caught a felony case, made and then fled
Got caught up, a year or so
with some player hater tryna slang and got you claimin his game
a shame; this game - I let it be known
For those who don't and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em...

Will we quit? Nah I think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin dope

[Tray talking]
Uh-huh, yea..
That's how we do it out here on the wild wild west
nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest
Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to
getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
'cause this the land them niggaz ride..
ta recognize...