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 coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the is all stashed up
up a little diesel, keep 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 got time to waste
To give chase, I put a in your fin
But your head to the 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 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 time, I - can't stop
through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm 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 mixed
And all them had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the 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 mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit
cause Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with 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 with 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, addictive like
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz from
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other
Fell in love with a bitch that I crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat
If you get enough of it
So I looked her in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the we feel would be somethin different
But this the old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, keep "ri-da-da-da-din"