Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

sometimes you have to keep it play it low
bite your bottom lip to keep clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't nobody
from Memphis to the Bay diein' all day
over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up bricks
bitches be thick be settin' up them tricks
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 bitch
Eight-Ball translation and a half
you not affiliated nigga if you to ask
rich kid a nigga a green nigga
when I say green nigga all about his nigga
I suggest in a tank and a vest
me and all my niggas gone ride

(Chorus)
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 fucked 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 keep it
money all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

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

(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 with my up
but I'm in the field 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

preacher man could you for me 'cause I'm about to sin
my poetry killin' again and again
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' what I'm
niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
for weeks and weepin' from my grim realiwin'
Mj 'em up from sleepin'

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

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

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

hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna meet
me in person I 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 for everytime I've fucked up
i would be the big nigga with 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