Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya

C'mon, nigga...
Ride over here on the side...
Clockin a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!

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

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

(Put ya in ya hand)

Children come into the world no, state of mind
mind state 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 it'll be days this"
But never told me I could get paid like this
High risk, my neck on the line
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get
She what else can she do?
Cops came to the door four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I guess that's life and ya die
That's why we get high, when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a that died 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 ya serve that juice sweet
Just to get off the street
I got up in the mix went to the county and shit
Back on the street tryna figure out if they hit first
Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a
happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I make it happen, I make it happen

Will we Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this
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 in ya hair
Where all y'all at? (Eastside!)
If you or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya in the air

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

It's eastside, gangbangin, on a daily
Flag out ya pants, nigga life on ya last chance
One stripe to lock it down till ya dead
Caught a felony case, made bail and then
Got caught up, a year or so
with some player hater nigga tryna and got you claimin his game
a shame; this game - I let it be known
For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't '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
remainin gangbangin, keep sellin 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
Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz
Niggaz think this a Ain't nuttin to know
Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya by ya side
'cause this the land where niggaz ride..
ta recognize...