Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

Chyeah, Ace
See mama, all I you to do is hold it down for me
I want you to be my or die
While I go get this money, I I'ma get us out the hood baby

Even I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I chase this paper, you ain't wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die, we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we make it out this hood

Listen, baby look, ride with me
Swear I got us mama
One thing I love it
See you ain't wit that

You be my ride or die like Bonnie I'mma play the
to move you out the hood into a bigger house
That's why you never trip I'm bump a 9-5
Gotta get this money, paper callin' but you whine
ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes
That's why I surprise about you stacks to your worried mind

Cuz when I'm lil' mama home alone at every time
You never blowed my up yet cuz you respect the grind
And you never holla 'bout a keep it on the line
My gutta baby, never maybe gonna ride

though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I chase this paper, you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it home to you
Cuz I ride or die, we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we gon' make it out this

And um, we can do them vacations, thinking Jamaica lately
Can't take them deep relations, baby just keep it
Shawty what I do, Shawty know who I be
You I'm in these streets the only way that we gon' eat

I keep it gutta never cut her when we in them
I get some cutta grab the duffle then I'm in the
Come back with bundles pimp a a g and Louis V
But you ain't trippin' never bout a nigga g

We keep it real no other that could fill ya sneak's
I for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
I hold you down, you hold me down and I fulfill dreams
Your my Beyonce, I'm Hova, you ride with me?

Even though I'm in the streets, you know what I do
And I chase this paper, you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die, we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we make it out this hood

Now the definition of a rider?
Through it all they gon' right beside ya
If you got one em in the eyes
em you gon' ride

Tell em you ride, ride, ride
Till the wheel off or the day that I die
That's on my ain't nun wrong wit tryna love somebody
Tryna tell you that

Ace, chyeah, and I this to you, I'mma get us out the hood
Into them places that you thinkin' that you never
But you gotta ride like tires on the mini coop
I'mma get this cash paper and give half to you

Forget them haters, keep you tailored see what's
And I like your body all I think about is you
And I love the money so I guess it's like two
You ride or die same smile you see the loot

though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I this paper, you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I or die, girl we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we make it out this hood

Yea, yea, yea, we make it out
We gon' make it out hood