Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

you know sometimes you to use a little composure
be playa about the situation but this is not the nigga
this is not the time its time to ride its time to ride

you have to keep it calm play it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the don't nobody play
from Memphis to the Bay diein' all day
yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks
bitches that be be settin' up them tricks
licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business a ki pimp a bitch
that switch real niggas flip shit
and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow
Eight-Ball translation three and a
you not nigga if you have to ask
rich kid a queens nigga a green
when I say nigga all about his cream nigga
I suggest in a tank and a vest
me and all my niggas gone ride

(Chorus)
one time for my real (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a buck for I've fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga with my up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
livin' to handle every god damn day
now who in the fuck be shit behind my back
lookin' to a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack to pack you off too young
yea you some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder these fake ass bitches become real
hell naw don't forget the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I wanna meet ya
and I care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we kick
at the of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight pass for real trick don't tell me

(Chorus)
one time for my real (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a for everytime I've fucked up
i would be the big nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about keep it real
money all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

preacher man you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
my poetry killin' again and again
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas niggas layin' up leakin'
for and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj 'em up from sleepin'

I'm creepin' peepin' in your
smokin' regular now you leave us behind

we two steps of the competition
we leave 'em wishin' the moon

we here T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
its that pimp shit that hardcore shit shit you run from
see I ain't got time for superstlye shit i know where I come from

ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you wanna meet
me in person I ain't to find

(Chorus)
one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two times for the its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for everytime I've up
i be the big willy nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why