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 to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, and leanin
The coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it 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 'Race Against and I ain't got time to waste
To give chase, I put a in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ's is
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so
But what's hood, when you ain't doin your hood
no good, and bein misunderstood
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 - livin my life
if I'm gettin too hot
Still I stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine,
This cocaine was mixed
And all them niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and fo, to bring the free basin
If is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time the 40 Cal
your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit
cause young Rule in his prime 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with and passion
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed bitches managen
I can chase like sergeant, like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like from Clisco
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 me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it
So I looked her dead in her and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin
But the same old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"