Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to 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 puttin' it in they shit
ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down
And doin' the playa way
Callabo's of the dough no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do shit
Time for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.

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

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

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

I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme 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 motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get dough, we don't trust these niggas

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

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, 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 bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where at, where they at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, where at? Come on

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

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

All my hard 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 ride for free

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

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

A thin hat to the back with a too
to bust 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
wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy
You props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My thug-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?
Where them real at?
they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, 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
be like, "Me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be Foxy Brown bitches
I give a about your intermureal status, mothafucka
You nobody
We been doin' this, been this shit

We go way back with this,
Talkin' this real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and money
Tricks and and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga on 20's and shit
Nigga whatchu got? new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about game
on

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

Now where them bitches at?
them 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 at, where they at?
my bitches at?

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real niggas, what you wanna do?