Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't think you is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill
this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the
Choppin' boys up, on some it in they face shit
Eight ball, F A T M A C K, for layin' it down
And doin' shit the way
of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon for me
Yours truly, signed and M.J.G.

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

Now them real bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where at, huh?
And where my buck at?
Where my niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, they at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, true to this
ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel
know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma for
Make mine's, take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love
Make bitch scream like, some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him
Waste of
like we playette minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these

They gon' if you let them
N.Y. to the Dirty South
And bitches' dime tight
I got my right
And my ice got the shine
And if it blind bitches
them lights hit the wrist
You won't be stickin' shit, you be this

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

Now where them real at?
Where them real at?
Where at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at?
Where at, where they at, where they at? Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole twice
So fold crease right on the President's nose
clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes a centerfold pose
a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those
Game tied like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

Hand chose a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as chronic blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the of the old
flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, pushin' hoes
get erect like poles, pay the toll
M.J.G. is in

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real 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 them real at?
Where real bitches at?
Where they at, where at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? on

dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better rounds
jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
Juvenile's my name,
I it to the end, the same, shit
Niggers be wearin' suits on theses blocks
All you see is your and Reeboks

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
for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy
Cash a million, never hit the spot, boy
You want props, ha, you to the cops, ha
You in a block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

All my core 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 'till I die and I'mma ride for

Now where them bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
Where my niggas at?
they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Where the real one's at,
Oh, you know how we
About all you wanna be ass superstars
Wanna be like, "Me ass"
Tryin' to be like Foxy bitches
I give a fuck about intermureal status, mothafucka
You ain't
We been this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this,
Talkin' about this shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and and gettin' money
Tricks and and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga on 20's and shit
whatchu got? Brand new-assed nigga
You know nothin' about this game
on

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

Now where real bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
And where my buck at?
Where my niggas at?
Where at, where they at, where they at?
my bitches at?

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