Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

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

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

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

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

Callabo's of the 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 thug ass niggas, what you do?
All my money makin' bitches if you ride me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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

I ain't new to this, damn nice bitch true to this
Money never been a thing 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, fake for?
Make mine's, take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga love before
Make bitch scream like, some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you 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' if you let them, from NY to the dirty South

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

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

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

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

I'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole twice
So tight fold crease right on the President's
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight Buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes, take a pose

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

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 take it down as as it can go

Burn rolls, tight, blazed afros
With pussy hoes, dicks get erect 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 makin' bitches if you ride me
pimp 'til I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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

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

Juvenile's my name,
I it to the end, the same 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 same my nigger, a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, get up off the block, boy

for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the 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, you want to do?
All my makin' bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'til I die and ride for free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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