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' like the

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

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

This is the 'Race Time' and I ain't got time 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 doin' your hood
No good, and bein' misunderstood
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And keep 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, which one seem like its
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches

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

Jump the threshold I just got married
To bangin' pistol, drugs and other
Fell in with a bitch that I call Crime
She reminded me that can beat time
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', keep 'Ri-da-da-da-din'

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