Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

you know sometimes you have to use a little
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 it calm play it low
bite your bottom lip to keep from 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 be settin' up them tricks
gettin' rules don't apply to gettin' rich
a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch real niggas 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 queens nigga a nigga
when I say nigga 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 times for the game its all in your
man if I had a for everytime 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 talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
livin' to handle business every god day
now who in the fuck be shit behind my back
to find a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack to pack you off too young
yea you some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass bitches become
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 in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I don't if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me
a big 'ol ass I'll beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who trash
small pounds no soldiers we kick cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
tight pass nigga for real don't tell me

(Chorus)
one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a for everytime I've fucked 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 murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why

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

I'm peepin' in your windows
smokin' now you gonna leave us behind

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

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

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

(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 my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why