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
like the future

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

And the rock's all up
Roll up a diesel, keep it hashed up
'Holla, 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 Time' and I ain't got time to
To give chase, I put a hole in your
Put your head to the barrel like DJ's a it
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so

But really hood, when you ain't doin' your hood
No motherfuckin' good, and bein'
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'ma 'Ri-da-da-da-da-in'

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

Bless the day that the God was two
Twenty-nine, seventy-six when cocaine was heavily
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 runnin' like
And got his guns out lookin' for to behead 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 the meanin' of 'Murder', it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's for the fill up
No gas, and I spits like acid

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

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'

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

If Jesus Christ was criticized, why not me
What the fuck am I special? I struck a 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 sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin' in, a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein' all or nothin' Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go

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

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

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

Race 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'