Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your 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 keep it real
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they don't ask why

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

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

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

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

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

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

ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna
me in person I hard to find

(Chorus)
one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in brain
man if I had a for everytime I've fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why