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 to personify money, power, and bitches
But bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west 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 back
Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in 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 against time, I - stop
Runnin through the red - livin my life
Even if I'm 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 niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
For hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like
And got his out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma it down
back the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I like acid
smoke weed, but ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ 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 bitches managen
I can like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep
They seein all or like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Fell in love with a bitch I call crime
She me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it
So I looked her in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin
But this the old criminal vibin
I hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"