Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time II

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Race time, ha part two
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha ha
Nothin' like the

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

And the rock's all up
up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then 'Holla, at the whores, is hollerin' 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 chase, I put a hole in your fitted
Put your head to the barrel like 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 would die if I could, Rule the
And keep 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in'

Race time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my
if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

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

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

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

your style is 'Guerrilla'
So I'ma the meanin' of 'Murder', it's killer
You outta your mind, the designed for the fill up
No gas, and I spits like acid

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

Race time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light my life
if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

Race time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red light livin' my
if I'm gettin' too hot
Still I stop 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

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

I can like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin' in, through a that's pinned to the peep hole
seein' all or nothin' 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 Crime
She reminded me that nobody can time
If you get enough of it

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

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

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