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 get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the is all stashed up
Roll up a diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, back's slidin
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I got time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in fin
But your head to the barrel like is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's hood, when you ain't doin 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
if I'm gettin too hot
Still I can't - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine,
This was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and fo, to bring the free basin
If this is time erasin, the is runnin like Bettis
And got his out lookin for ways 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
your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause young Rule in his prime 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed love and passion
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 the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches
I can like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the hole
They all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other
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 that the music we feel would be somethin
But this the same old vibin
I hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"