Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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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 would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my eyes real ride and they don't ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
livin' to handle business every god day
now who in the be talkin' shit behind my back
lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too
yea you brought some pain I brought the and I stun to feel
I will these fake ass bitches become real
naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell fake ass bustas before I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna ya
and I care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I gone preach just 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 no limit soldiers we kick cash
at the of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight pass for real trick don't tell me

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

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

I'm creepin' peepin' in windows
regular now you gonna leave us behind

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

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

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

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