Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

(Chorus)
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 hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money all in my eyes 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 shit behind my back
lookin' to find a hundred and 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 bout the and I tell ya'll
should I ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna ya
and I don't care if its the holidays
I ain't preach just pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit
small pounds no limit we kick cash
at the of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight pass nigga for trick don't tell me

(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 I've fucked up
i would be the big willy with my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake talkin' about they keep it real
murder all in my eyes real 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 made the
a mental picture when I fire up a batch
of green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
for weeks and weepin' from my reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up sleepin'

I'm creepin' in your windows
smokin' regular now you gonna leave us

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

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

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

(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
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and don't ask why