Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya

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

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

I'd lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so sell ya dope
I said I'd rather lie to ya, sell 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 of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the time ya born till ya consciousness
ya it all, tryna prove it all
Mom and pops told me, "Son be days like this"
But they never told me I get paid like this
High risk, where my neck on the
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get
She pray; else can she do?
Cops to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I that's life and then ya die
That's why we get high, 'cause ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that again
And ya wonder why we go ride again
was then, and this is now, and this is how
we execute our plans, nowadays it down
Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya that juice sweet
Just to get niggaz off the
I got caught up in the mix went to the county and
Back on the street tryna figure out if they hit first
Click your heat or take your or I can spit me a verse
Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin and mackin
I make it happen, nigga I make it

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

I got all the at (Eastside!)
If you blue or red (Westside!)
Walk around witcha in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya in ya hair
Where all y'all at? (Eastside!)
If you or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha 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 from
Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with action?
We the States? Seems like the Divided States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. and Justice for y'all

It's eastside, gangbangin, on a daily
Flag hangin out ya pants, nigga life on ya chance
One more stripe to lock it down ya dead
Caught a case, made bail and then fled
Got up, a year or so later
with some player hater nigga tryna and got you claimin his game
What a this game - I let it be known
For those who know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually 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 sellin this
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin dope

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