Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time Part. 2

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

1]
Guess who's to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get
I'm switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, the fo' fo' demon
And the is 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 your ridin, your back's
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you ain't doin hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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

2]
Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine,
cocaine was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If this is erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so slow it down
back the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so define 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
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit
cause young in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed love and passion
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Jesus was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz from
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the
I just got to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a bitch that I call
She reminded me nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it
So I looked her in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be different
But this the same old criminal
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"