Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya

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

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

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

(Put ya in ya hand)

Children into the world with no, state of mind
mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the time ya born till ya gain
ya loose it all, prove it all
Mom and told me, "Son it'll be days like 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 pray; what can she do?
Cops came to the door with pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I guess that's and then ya die
That's why we get high, 'cause when ya bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that again
And ya why we finna go ride again
That was then, and this is now, and is how
we execute our plans, nowadays it goes
Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya the curb
They ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
Just to get off the street
I got caught up in the mix went to the and shit
Back on the street tryna figure out if they hit first
Click your heat or take beater or I can spit me a verse
happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I it happen, nigga I make it happen

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

I got all the at (Eastside!)
If you or red raggin (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 affirmative
We the United States? Seems like the States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for

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

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

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