Luyện nghe bài hát Ride 4 My Niggas

Uh, Umm, ya'll,
Young Money, Money,
This is, the 3
and gentlemen, You know me,
Listen, you I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, n i try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather a killin
My eyes get so wide as it in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she it, imma kill her,
I the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya hospital, money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie I tell you im the illest,
My is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and bitches know the business.
on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the
got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You for divine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying the fishes,
Or in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my is different,
Like Wayne,
And if you trouble, bitch, I want the same thing

And you know that imma with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my on the trigga,
Don't worry mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit
Cuz the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you high, you see that im goin be in it
The sky is the

Buck Ten in the coupe, And your love it,
Switching lane faster than she subjects,
Tell a bitch talk to me,
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't for free,
And I when a nigga say talk is cheap,
Cuz im the type to let money for me,
My is art, unique,
My can part a sea,
The only on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and just sardines,
I got the 40 cal. in my P.R.Ps.,
What do you expect, im New Orleans,
And of my city is riders,
tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too dollars,
And no matter how you it, it will still be ours

And ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma till i get it
And tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And imma tell all of my niggas the sky is the limit,
the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,
And you don't fuck with a soldier,
Use head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Run up in your and shoot everyone that's sitting on the livingroom sofa, (that's fucked up, haha)
And you don't fuck with a soldier,
Use head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, wit a dozen of roses, (Now fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you aint gotta know the to see,
I know that my whole is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot the streets,
So you know that im gonna with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't bout mine, imma grind till i get it
And tell all of my that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind i get it
And all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, see that im goin be in it,
Cuz the sky is the limit,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to a living,
I tell em hustler n id rather make a killin
Cuz the sky is the limit,
Hands up in the air, the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,