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 back to personify money, power, and bitches
But bitches 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 is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, it hashed up
+Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em know a few like if your ridin, your back's slidin
This is the Against Time' 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 blow off the backwood, I'm so
But what's really hood, when you doin your hood
no good, and bein misunderstood
I would die if I could, the lion
And keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race time, I - can't stop
Runnin through the red - livin 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 born two, twenty-nine,
This was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free
If this is time erasin, the devil is like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for ways to 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 style is the realest, so I'ma define the of murder, it's killer
You outta mind, the burner's designed for the fill up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed love and passion
For I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, why not me
What the fuck am I special, I 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 chase like sergeant, addictive like
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the 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, drugs and shit
Fell in love a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it
So I her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel be somethin different
But the same old criminal vibin
I hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"