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 time its time to ride its time 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 nobody play
from Memphis to the Bay niggas all day
over yea with coke and candy cut up into bricks
bitches be thick be settin' up them tricks
gettin' licks don't apply to gettin' rich
start a sell a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch niggas flip shit
and farm the shit a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball translation three and a
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 niggas gone

(Chorus)
one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in brain
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 field killin' for a
around fake hoes about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they 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 talkin' shit behind my
lookin' to find a and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the procede 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 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 care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol ass I'll beat 'cha
I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no soldiers we kick cash
at the of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight nigga for real trick 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 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' they keep it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

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

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

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

we here with creatin' 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 where I come from

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

(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 nigga 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 ride and don't ask why