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 prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump, your belly to jelly
Veteran MC, I don't you rookies is ready

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ain't new to this, damn nice bitch that's to this
Money ain't never been a to me
Always stack my dough, back
Ass fat, thick, titties perfect

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 fake
mine's, I'mma take yours

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

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

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

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

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

And where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where at
Where they at? 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' straight Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes, take a pose

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

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

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

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

Now where real bitches 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, where at
Where at? Come on

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

A thin hat to the back a strap too
Willin' to bust a ass if he had to
If you feel the 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 want props ha, you 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 'til I die and I'mma ride for

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

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

Where the real ones at?
Oh, you know how we
About all you wanna be ass super stars
be like me ass niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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