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 like the

1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and
But when been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all 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 ridin, your back's slidin
This is the 'Race Against Time' and I got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so
But what's hood, when you ain't doin your hood
no good, and bein misunderstood
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 light - livin my
Even if I'm too hot
I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine,
This cocaine was mixed
And all them had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, 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 young Rule in his like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed love and passion
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

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