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 money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, and leanin
The west seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, it hashed up
Then +Holla, at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em a few facts like 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 like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
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 I'ma "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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

2]
Bless the day that the God was two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This cocaine was heavily
And all niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If this is erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma it down
Turn back the hands of time the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma the meanin 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 and passion
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

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