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,
like the future

1]
Guess back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo'
And the rock is all up
Roll up a little diesel, it hashed up
+Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back
Let 'em a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin
is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in 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 ain't your hood
no motherfuckin good, and 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 the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm too hot
I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This cocaine was mixed
And all them had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and fo, to bring the free basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so slow it down
Turn back the hands of with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the up
No gas, and I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit
cause Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but with love and passion
For when I die niggaz "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ was criticized, then why not me
the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz Clisco
Hit 'em up and go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, and other shit
in love 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 pulled the
Thinkin that the music we feel would be different
But this the same old criminal
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"