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 the future

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

2]
Bless the day the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This cocaine was heavily
And all them 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 for ways to behead us
You can die in a of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the 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 'Clay
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, kid a prophet, which 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, through a that's pinned to the peep hole
seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a bitch that I crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat
If you get enough of it
So I her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
that 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"