Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

you have to keep it calm play it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't nobody
from Memphis to the Bay niggas all day
over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into
bitches that be be settin' up them tricks
licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch real flip shit
and farm the shit with a bad ass bitch
translation three and a half
you not nigga if you have to ask
rich kid a queens nigga a nigga
when I say green nigga all about his cream
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 brain
man if I had a buck for everytime I've up
i would be the big willy nigga with my up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake talkin' about they keep it real
money all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
to handle business every god damn day
now who in the be talkin' shit behind my back
lookin' to find a hundred and ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack to pack you off too young
yea you brought pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass bitches become
hell naw don't forget bout the and I tell ya'll
I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I wanna meet ya
and I care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit
small pounds no limit soldiers we kick
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E
tight pass nigga for trick don't tell me

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one time for my 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 willy nigga with my up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they don't ask why

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

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

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

we with T-Mix 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 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 with my feet up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about keep it real
money all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why