Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time Part. 2

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Nothin like the

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

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Race against time, I - stop
Runnin through the red light - my life
Even if I'm too hot
Still I stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This was heavily mixed
And all niggaz had a fixation 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 matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it
Turn 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 your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits acid
weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and
For I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its
Me in church, or me in bed with managen
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 Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, over the threshold
I just got to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a bitch I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can time
If you get of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the
Thinkin the music we feel would be somethin different
But this the old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"