Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya

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

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

I'd rather lie to ya, sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could 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 into the world with no, state of
Then mind of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the ya born till ya gain consciousness
ya loose it all, tryna it all
Mom and pops told me, "Son be days like this"
But they told me I could get paid like this
High risk, where my neck on the
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get
She pray; what can she do?
Cops came to the door with four of me bouncin with a .22
I guess life and then ya die
That's why we get high, 'cause ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't seen a person that died again
And ya why we finna go ride again
was then, and this is now, and this is how
we our plans, nowadays it goes down
Ya flip a pound, ya a bird, ya work the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya 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 well if they hit
Click heat or take your 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 Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this
We're gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep 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 y'all at? (Eastside!)
If you or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in ya (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.. whassup with affirmative
We the United States? like the Divided States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. and Justice for y'all

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

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

[Tray Deee
Uh-huh, yea..
That's how we do it out on the wild wild motherfuckin west
Ain't 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 where niggaz ride..
ta recognize...