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,
like the future

1]
Guess who's back to money, power, and bitches
But when bitches gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, back's slidin
This is the Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To give chase, I put a in your fin
But your head to the like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so
But what's really hood, when you ain't your hood
no good, and bein misunderstood
I would die if I could, the lion
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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

2]
Bless the day that the God was two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This cocaine was heavily
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free
If this is erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for ways to us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma it down
Turn back the 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 designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with and passion
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ 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 bitches managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive like
Outsiders just lookin in, through a that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz from
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I just got married to pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can time
If you get enough of it
So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the
Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin
But this the same old vibin
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"