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 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 like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the rock is all up
up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your slidin
This is the 'Race Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your 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 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
Runnin the red light - livin my life
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 was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it
Turn back the of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your 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 spits like
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause young Rule in his like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed love and passion
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

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