Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

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

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

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

flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
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

of the dough ain't no secret
Space age means I don't do free shit
Time 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 ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and I'mma for free

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

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

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

Inhale the from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no
I dont fuck 'em, fuck, I'mma fake
Make mine's, I'mma take

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a treat, make '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, somethin' from the of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as as it can go

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

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 pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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

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

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

A thin hat to the with 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 mommy 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 ha, 'cuz you too hot ha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug ass niggas, 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?
them real bitches at?
Where at, where they at
Where at, huh?

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

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