Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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one time for my niggas (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 field killin' for a
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
livin' to handle business god damn day
now who in the fuck be talkin' shit my back
lookin' to a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the procede to pack you off too young
yea you brought pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder these fake ass bitches 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 by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't preach just pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat
nigga I down 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 nigga for real don't tell me

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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 everytime I've up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the field 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

preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm to sin
my homicidal poetry killin' and again
T-Mix me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of sticky green love 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' in your windows
smokin' regular now you gonna leave us

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

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

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

(Chorus)
one for my real 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 for a meal
around hoes talkin' about they keep it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why