Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time II

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

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

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

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

But what's hood, when you ain't doin' your hood
No good, and bein' misunderstood
I would die if I could, the lion
And I'ma keep

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

Race time, I can't stop
Runnin' through the red 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 cocaine was mixed
And all the niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin' hoes, and fo', to bring the free basin

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

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

Smoke reefer, blow ether, ashes
'Cause young Rule is in his prime like 'Clay
by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die niggaz keep

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

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

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

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

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

So I looked her dead in her and pulled the trigger
Thinkin' that the music and would be somethin' different
But this the same old vibin'
I ain't hidin', I'ma keep

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

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