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 me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to
Veteran M.C., I don't you rookies is ready
Three hundred and pounds of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still
Go in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

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

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real niggas, what 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?
Where they at, where they at, where at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at?
they at, where they at, where 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 my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, 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
mine's, I'mma 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
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 trust these

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

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

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

Hand bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, tight, blazed afros, we're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the
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 I'mma for free

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

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

A thin hat to the back a strap too
to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, 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 block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

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

Where the real one's at,
Oh, you how we feel
all you wanna be ass ghetto superstars
Wanna be like, "Me ass"
to be like Foxy Brown bitches
I give a about your intermureal status, mothafucka
You nobody
We been doin' this, been this shit

We go way with this, baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin'
Pimps and hoes and gettin'
Tricks and hoes and
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' and shit
Nigga on 20's and shit
Nigga whatchu Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know about this game
on

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 I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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