Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

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

Pass me swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and
Blast ryhmes like I pump, your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dont stop, get it get it,
it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust these niggas
They pimp if you let them, from NY to the dirty South

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

All my hard core niggas, what you 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 them real bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where at, where they at
Where at, huh?

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

I'm the motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the President's
Pimp clothes, straight Henney'and Buckstrum
toed, hoes, take a centerfold pose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the shit
don't be wearin' suits on these blocks
All you see is boys and Reeboks

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

Call for the cops, boy your or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the boy
You props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell ha, 'cuz you too hot ha

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

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

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

Where the real at? Beyach
Oh, you how we feel
About all you wanna be ass ghetto super
Wanna be like me ass

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

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

ridin' on 20's and shit, nigga what you got?
Brand new assed
You don't nothin' about this game, come on

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

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

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

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