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 back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the is all stashed up
up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em know a few like if your ridin, your back's slidin
This is the 'Race 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 off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein
I would die if I could, Rule the
And I'ma "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race against time, I - can't
Runnin through the red light - livin my
Even if I'm too hot
I can't stop - "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 guns out lookin for ways to us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so slow it down
Turn back the 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 when I spits like
smoke weed, but ether, spit ashes
young Rule 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"

3]
If Jesus was criticized, then why not me
the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches
I can chase like sergeant, like heroin
just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love a bitch that 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 that the we feel would be somethin different
But this the same old criminal
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"