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,
Nothin like the

1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and
But when bitches gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it up
Then +Holla, at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your slidin
This is the 'Race Against and I ain't got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so
But really hood, when you ain't doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race against time, I - stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my
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 niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free
If this is time erasin, the devil is like Bettis
And got his out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so slow it down
Turn back the hands of time the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, killer
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but ether, spit ashes
cause young in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Jesus was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I a deal with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its
Me in church, or me in bed bitches managen
I can chase like sergeant, like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the hole
They seein all or like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and shit
Fell in love with a bitch I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat
If you get of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her eyes and the trigger
Thinkin that the music we would be somethin different
But the same old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"