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 know I for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, n i try to make a living,
I em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
My get so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel armadillas,
And fuck ya hospital, money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie when I you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, C Y Phyllis,
Self G, and them bitches know the business.
on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my movie was the gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just that I should mention,
You looking for and the little intervention,
And them birds fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming the pigeons,
See my is different,
Like Wayne,
And if you trouble, bitch, I want the same thing

And you know imma ride with my motherfuckin niggas,
Most likely imma die my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma til i get it
And tell all of my that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my that 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

Ten in the coupe, And your bitch love it,
Switching lane than she switch subjects,
Tell a bitch talk to me,
And if you're to them niggas, don't talk for free,
And I hate 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 thing on a of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and just sardines,
I got the 40 cal. in my P.R.Ps.,
do you expect, im from New Orleans,
And of my city is riders,
They tried to make a brand new map us,
But the tourists come down and spend too dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be

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