Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

you know sometimes you have to use a little
be playa about the situation but is not the time nigga
this is not the time its time to ride 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 nobody play
from 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
licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business sell a ki a bitch
make that switch real niggas flip
and farm the shit a bad ass yellow bitch
Eight-Ball three and a half
you not affiliated nigga if you to ask
kid a queens nigga a green nigga
when I say green nigga all his cream nigga
I suggest invest in a and a vest
'cause me and all my gone ride

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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 I've up
i be the big willy nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake 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 talkin' 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 brought the rain and I to feel
I wonder will these fake ass become real
hell naw don't forget the spliff and I tell ya'll
I spell 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 don't 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 down to take of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we cash
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E
tight pass nigga for 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 your
man if I had a buck for everytime fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
money murder all in my real niggas ride and they don't ask why

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

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

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

we here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the
its pimp shit that 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 ever 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 I've up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why