Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to
Veteran M.C., I think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to with
Feel this bitch, 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 shit the playa way
of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon for me
truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.

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

Now where them real at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
my buck 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 never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, back
Ass fat, thighs thick, perfect
Inhale the cheese, here to Tel Aviv
Y'all it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't fuck 'em, fuck I'mma for
Make mine's, I'mma take

'Cuz I'm no like love b'fore
Make bitch like, gimme some more
If a broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of
It's like we minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't these niggas

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

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

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

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin'
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin'
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware
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, pushin' hoes
Dicks get like 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 where them bitches at?
Where real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, they at? Come on

Peep dis', you and them need to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, 'bout to go down
no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose 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 your boys and

A hat to the back with a strap too
to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy, your or pops, boy
Cash a million, never hit the spot, boy
You props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
You in a block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, what you 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?
them real bitches at?
Where at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, they at, where they at? Come on

Where the real at, bitch?
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 your intermureal status,
You ain't
We been doin' this, been this shit

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

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

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

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