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 personify money, power, and
But when bitches gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, the fo' fo' demon
And the is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, it hashed up
+Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin
This is the 'Race Against and I ain't got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, you ain't doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race time, I - can't stop
Runnin through the red - 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 mixed
And all niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free
If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin Bettis
And got his out lookin for ways 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 I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's
You outta mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but with love and passion
For I die niggaz keep "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 seem its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches
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 Jazz from
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, and other shit
Fell in love with a that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can time
If you get of it nigga
So I looked her in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin the music we feel would be somethin different
But the same old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"