Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and
rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't think you is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still
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 face
ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
And doin' the playa way
Callabo's of the ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon for me
Yours truly, signed and M.J.G.

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

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

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, true to this
Money ain't been a thing to me
Always my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese, here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I don't and no dough
I don't fuck 'em, I'mma fake for
Make mine's, I'mma yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love
bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you him for?
Waste of
It's like we playette
stop, get it get it
Bitches, it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust these niggas

They pimp if you let them
From N.Y. to the Dirty
And them bitches' tight
I got my mind
And my ice got the shine
And if it don't bitches
When them hit the wrist
You won't be stickin' shit, you be this

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peep 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, expose rounds
jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
Juvenile's my name,
I represent it to the end, the same,
Niggers don't be suits on theses blocks
All you see is boys and Reeboks

A thin hat to the with a strap too
Willin' to a nigga 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, hit the spot, boy
You want props, ha, you to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, you too hot, ha

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

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

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

We go way back with this,
Talkin' this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and money
and hoes and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on and shit
Nigga whatchu Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know about this game
on

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

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

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