Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

(Chorus)
one time for my real (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for everytime 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

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

(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 nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake hoes talkin' they 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 homicidal poetry killin' and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and the track
a mental forms when I fire up a batch
of sticky green controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas leavin' layin' up leakin'
for and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from

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

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

we here T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
its that pimp shit that hardcore that 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 ever wanna
me in person I ain't to find

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