Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time Part. 2

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Race time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
like the future

1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and
But when bitches been money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the rock is all up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your slidin
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to
To give chase, I put a hole in fin
But your to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so
But what's really hood, when you ain't 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 time, I - can't stop
Runnin 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 that the God was born two, twenty-nine,
This cocaine was heavily
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the basin
If this is erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
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 meanin of murder, killer
You outta your mind, the designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits acid
smoke weed, but ether, spit 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
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 managen
I can chase sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I just got to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat
If you get enough of it
So I looked her dead in her eyes and the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel be somethin different
But this the old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"