Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

you know 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 to ride its time to ride

sometimes you have to it calm play it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck don't play
Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day
over yea with coke and candy cut up into bricks
bitches that be thick be up them tricks
gettin' licks don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business sell a ki a bitch
make that real niggas flip shit
and farm the shit with a bad ass bitch
Eight-Ball three and a half
you not nigga if you have to ask
rich kid a queens nigga a nigga
I say green nigga all about his cream nigga
I suggest in a tank and a vest
'cause me and all my gone ride

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one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the its all in your 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 field killin' for a
around hoes talkin' about they keep it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
livin' to handle every god damn day
now who in the fuck be 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 some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass bitches become
hell naw don't bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake ass 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 gone preach just and look up at me like
a big 'ol ass I'll beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of who spit trash
small pounds no limit we kick cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
pass nigga for real trick don't tell me

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

man could you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin
my homicidal poetry again and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and the track
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas up leakin'
for weeks and from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up sleepin'

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

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

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

ghetto ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna meet
me in person I hard to find

(Chorus)
one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for I've fucked up
i be the big willy nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes niggas ride and they don't ask why