Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

Let's get it hype,
get it crump
Yeah, yeah,

me them swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and
Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I think you rookies is ready

hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with suave, always packin' something to with
Feel this bitch, when I get I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the
Choppin' boys up, on puttin' it in they face shit
Eightball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it
And doin' the playa way

Callabo's of the dough no secret
Space age pimpin' means I do free shit
waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed and MJG

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, you wanna do?
All my makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where real bitches at?
Where real bitches at?
Where at, where they at
they at, huh?

And where my buck at?
Where my buck at?
they at, where they at
Where at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice bitch true to this
ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties

Inhale the cheese here to Tel Aviv
Y'all it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough?
I dont fuck 'em, fuck, I'mma for?
Make mine's, take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love
bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time, like we playette minds

stop, get it get it, bitches
Take it from a motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust niggas
They gon' pimp if you let them, NY to the dirty South

And them bitches' tight, I got my mind right
And my ice, got the shine right and if it don't bitches
When them hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking shit, you be lickin'

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you do?
All my makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma for free

Now where them real at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where at
Where at, huh?

And my buck niggas at?
Where my niggas at?
Where they at, where at
they at? Come on

I'm the motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high I the whole village twice
So tight crease right on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin' Henney'and Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes, take a centerfold

Break a treat, 'em pay to enter those pros
Slam those, game tight like bows
We never close three five, twenty four
chose bitches, a la mode, gettin' sold

Plus a load of killer ass, chronic gettin'
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware
Stick of gold, somethin' from the of the old
flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, tight, blazed afros
With pussy hoes, dicks get like poles
Pay the toll MJG is in

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, you wanna do?
All my money bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma for free

Now where real bitches at?
Where real bitches at?
Where they at, where at
Where at, huh?

And where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, they at
Where at? Come on

Pimp dis', you and them boys need to down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go
There's no now, better explore 'round
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is

Juvenile's my name,
I represent it to the end, the shit
Niggers don't be suits on these blocks
All you see is your and Reeboks

A hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, get up off the block, boy

Call for the cops, boy mommy or pops, boy
wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, you too hot ha

All my core niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you to do?
All my money bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real at?
Where them bitches at?
they at, where they at
Where at, huh?

And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, they at
Where they at? on

the real ones at? Beyach
Oh, you how we feel
About all you be ass ghetto super stars
Wanna be me ass niggas

to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck your intermureal status, mother fucker
You ain't nobody, we been doing this, been doin' shit
We go way with this baby

Talkin' about this real shit on the fuckin' microphone
Pimps and and gettin' money
Tricks and and fuckin'
Mother clothes and shit ridin' Vogues and shit

Nigga ridin' on and shit, nigga what you got?
Brand new assed
You don't know nothin' about this game, on

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, what you do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride me
pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where at
they at, huh?

And where my buck at?
Where my niggas at?
Where they at, they at
Where at? Come on

All my hard core niggas, what you do?
My real thug ass niggas, you wanna do?