Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time II

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha two
You know, ha ha, uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha
Nothin' the future

Guess back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches gettin' money, that's when shit get ridiculous
I'm switches like six fo's, bouncin' and leanin'
The West coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'

And the all stashed up
up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then 'Holla, holla' at the whores, is back
Let 'em know a few facts like if ridin', your back's slidin'

This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in fitted
Put your to the barrel like DJ's a spin it
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so

But what's really hood, when you ain't your hood
No motherfuckin' good, and misunderstood
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And keep 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in'

Race against time, I stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my
if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I stop
through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm too hot
Still I can't stop

Bless the day that the God was two
Twenty-nine, seventy-six cocaine was heavily mixed
And all the had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin' hoes, and shootin' fo', to bring the free

If this is time erasin', the devil is like Betties
And got his guns out lookin' for to behead us
You can die in a of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn the hands of time with the .40 Cal

Claimin' your is 'Guerrilla'
So define the meanin' of 'Murder', it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like

Smoke reefer, ether, spit ashes
'Cause young is in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and
For I die niggaz keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

against time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red livin' my life
Even if I'm too hot
Still I can't 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race time, I can't stop
Runnin' the red light livin' my life
if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I can't stop

If Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special? I a deal with the devil
Ha ha, if a kid a prophet, one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches

I can chase like sergeant, addictive heroin
just lookin' in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein' all or like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go

Jump over the I just got married
To bangin' pistol, drugs and other
Fell in love with a bitch that I call
She reminded me that nobody can beat
If you get enough of it

So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the
Thinkin' that the music and film be somethin' different
But this the old criminal vibin'
I ain't hidin', I'ma 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race against time, I can't
Runnin' the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm too hot
Still I can't stop

Race against time, I can't
through the red light livin' my life
Even if I'm too hot
Still I can't 'Ri-da-da-da-din'