Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

sometimes you have to it calm play it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't play
Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day
over yea shipped with and candy cut up into bricks
bitches that be thick be settin' up them
gettin' rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch niggas flip shit
and the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch
translation 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 in a tank and a vest
'cause me and all my niggas gone

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one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a buck for everytime fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around hoes talkin' about they keep 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 god damn day
now who in the fuck be talkin' shit my back
lookin' to find a and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too
yea you brought some pain I the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder these fake ass bitches become real
hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas 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 holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash to take care of killers who spit trash
small no limit soldiers we kick cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
tight pass nigga for real trick don't me

(Chorus)
one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your brain
man if I had a for everytime I've fucked up
i would be the big nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money 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 poetry killin' again and again
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture when I fire up a batch
of green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas leavin' layin' up leakin'
for weeks and from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj 'em up from sleepin'

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

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

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

hood ass nigga 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 times for the its all in your brain
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 killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they don't ask why