Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me Swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my and dump
Blast rhymes I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to with
I run with Suave, always packin' to kill with
Feel this bitch, I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, taller then Bill Russel

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

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

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

I new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this
Money never been a thing to me
Always my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties
Inhale the cheese, from to Tel Aviv
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

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

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

All my core 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, where they at, where at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where at, where they at? Come on

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

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

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

Peep dis', you and them boys to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go
There's no remorse now, better expose
Them be on the lose until' the dope is found
my name, bitch
I it to the end, the same, shit
Niggers don't be wearin' on theses blocks
All you see is your and Reeboks

A hat to the back with 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
Call for the cops, boy, your or pops, boy
Cash a million, never 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 core niggas, what 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 I'mma ride for

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

Where the real at, bitch?
Oh, you how we feel
About all you wanna be ass superstars
be like, "Me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy bitches
I give a fuck your intermureal status, mothafucka
You nobody
We been doin' this, been this shit

We go way with this, baby
Talkin' about this real on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' and shit
Nigga ridin' on and shit
Nigga whatchu got? new-assed nigga
You know nothin' about this game
on

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

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