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 to ride its time to ride

you have to keep it calm 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 be thick be settin' up them tricks
gettin' licks rules don't to gettin' rich
a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch real niggas shit
and farm the with a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball translation three and a
you not affiliated nigga if you to ask
kid a queens nigga a green nigga
when I say green nigga all about his nigga
I invest in a tank and a vest
'cause me and all my niggas gone

(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 be the big willy nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
livin' to handle business 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 sack to pack you off too young
yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I to feel
I wonder these fake ass bitches become real
naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell 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 pose and look up at me
a big 'ol pimp ass I'll 'cha
nigga I smash to take care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
tight pass for real 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 hoes 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 poetry killin' again and
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and the track
a mental forms when I fire up a batch
of sticky love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up
for weeks and from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from

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

we two steps ahead of the
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 superstlye shit i know where I come from

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

(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 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 real niggas ride and they ask why