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 who's back to personify money, power, and
But when bitches been gettin money, that shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin like six fo's, bouncin 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 know a few facts if your ridin, your 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 head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your
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
Even if I'm too hot
Still I can't - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
cocaine was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
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 ways to us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it
back the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so define the meanin of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the up
No gas, and when I spits like
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit
cause young Rule in his like 'Clay Cassius'
by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem its logic
Me in church, or me in bed bitches managen
I can chase sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a 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 me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it
So I looked her dead in her eyes and the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin
But this the same old criminal
I hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"