Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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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 be the big willy nigga 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 real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
livin' to handle every god damn day
now who in the fuck be talkin' behind my back
lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get
tie you in the sack to pack you off too young
yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I to feel
I will these fake ass bitches become real
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 don't care if its the holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we cash
at the drop of D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight pass 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 everytime I've up
i be the big willy 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 you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
my homicidal poetry again and again
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a picture forms when I fire up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas niggas layin' up leakin'
for weeks and from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from

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

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

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

ghetto hood ass nigga hard 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 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 field for a meal
fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real ride and they don't ask why