Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
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 killin' for a
around fake hoes talkin' about keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
to handle business every god damn day
now who in the fuck be 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 rain and I to feel
I wonder will 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 don't wanna ya
and I don't care if its the motherfuckin'
I ain't preach just pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol ass I'll beat 'cha
nigga I down to take care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we cash
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E
tight pass nigga for real don't tell me

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one time for my real (let's ride)
two times for the its all in your brain
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 for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about keep it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm to sin
my poetry killin' again and again
T-Mix me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms when I up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' what I'm
sprayin' leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
for weeks and weepin' my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from

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

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

we with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
its that pimp 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 wanna meet
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 nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the killin' 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