Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

sometimes you have to keep it calm it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't play
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 them
gettin' licks don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch niggas flip shit
and farm the shit a bad ass yellow bitch
translation three and a half
you not affiliated if you have to ask
rich kid a queens nigga a green
when I say green all about his cream nigga
I suggest invest in a and a vest
me and all my niggas gone ride

(Chorus)
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 nigga with my up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around fake hoes about they keep it real
money all in my eyes real niggas 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 fuck be talkin' shit my back
lookin' to find a hundred and ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too
yea you brought some I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass become real
hell naw don't forget bout the and I tell ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake ass before I see ya
and I can tell by the in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I don't care if its the motherfuckin'
I ain't gone preach pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass I'll 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who trash
small pounds no limit we kick cash
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E
pass nigga for real trick don't tell me

(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 I've fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around fake talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why

preacher man could you for me 'cause I'm about to sin
my homicidal poetry killin' and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas 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 leave us

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

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

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

(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 everytime I've up
i would be the big nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why