Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

sometimes you to keep it calm play it low
your bottom lip to keep from 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 into
bitches that be thick be settin' up them
gettin' rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business sell a ki a bitch
make that real niggas flip shit
and farm the shit a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball translation and a half
you not affiliated if you have to ask
rich kid a nigga a green nigga
when I say green nigga all his cream nigga
I suggest invest in a tank and a
me and all my niggas 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 would be the big nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it
money murder all in my eyes real ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
to handle business every god damn day
now who in the fuck be shit 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 the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass become real
hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I ya'll
should I spell ya'll ass bustas before I see ya
and I can by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I don't care if its the holidays
I ain't gone just pose 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 P-I-M-P
tight pass nigga for real trick don't me

(Chorus)
one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two times for the its all in your 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 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 pray for me 'cause I'm to sin
my homicidal poetry killin' and again
gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms when I up a batch
of green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'
for weeks and from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj 'em up from sleepin'

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

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

we here with T-Mix a boom to move the room
its that pimp shit 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 wanna meet
me in person I ain't 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 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 all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why