Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

sometimes you have to keep it play it low
bite your bottom lip to keep clickin' on a hoe
in the streets the fuck don't nobody play
Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day
over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into
bitches be thick be settin' up them tricks
gettin' licks rules don't apply to rich
a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
make switch real niggas flip shit
and farm the shit with a bad ass bitch
Eight-Ball three and a half
you not nigga if you have to ask
kid a queens nigga a green nigga
when I say green nigga all about his nigga
I suggest in a tank and a vest
'cause me and all my niggas gone

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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 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 talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas and they don't ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
livin' to handle business god damn day
now who in the be talkin' 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 these fake ass bitches become real
hell naw don't bout 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 don't care if its the motherfuckin'
I ain't gone preach pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I 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 pass for real trick don't tell me

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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 willy with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake hoes talkin' about they 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
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a picture forms when I fire up a batch
of sticky love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas niggas layin' up leakin'
for and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up sleepin'

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

we two ahead of the competition
we 'em wishin' upon the moon

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

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

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