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

sometimes you have to keep it play it low
your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't play
from to the Bay niggas diein' all day
yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks
bitches that be thick be up them tricks
gettin' licks rules don't to gettin' rich
start a business sell a ki a bitch
make that switch niggas flip shit
and farm the with a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball translation 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 invest in a tank and a
'cause me and all my niggas gone

(Chorus)
one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for everytime I've 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 keep it real
money murder all in my real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
livin' to business every god damn day
now who in the be talkin' shit behind my back
lookin' to a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too
yea you brought some pain I brought the and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass become real
hell naw 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 scent in the air I don't wanna 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
I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no soldiers we kick cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
tight nigga for real trick don't tell me

(Chorus)
one time for my real (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a for everytime 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 hoes talkin' about keep it real
money murder all in my eyes 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 weepin' from my grim reapin'
Mj wake 'em up sleepin'

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

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

we here 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 know where I from

ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you 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 buck for everytime I've up
i would be the big willy with 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 niggas ride and don't ask why