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 who's to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all up
up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin
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 your head to the barrel like DJ's is
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein
I would die if I could, Rule the
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race against time, I - can't
Runnin through the red - livin my life
if I'm gettin too hot
Still I stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day that the God was two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like
And got his guns out lookin for to behead 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 I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's
You your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but ether, spit ashes
cause Rule 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 struck a deal the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other
Fell in with a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me that can beat time
If you get of it nigga
So I looked her in her eyes and pulled the trigger
that the music we feel would be somethin different
But this the old criminal vibin
I hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"