Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

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

flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin' up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for it down
And doin' the playa way
of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age 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 hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you 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 buck at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where at? Come on

I new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this
Money ain't never been a to me
stack my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese, from to Tel Aviv
Y'all it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Make mine's, take yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him
of time
It's like we minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now them real bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
And where my buck at?
my buck niggas at?
Where 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 to go down
There's no now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until' the dope is
Juvenile's my name,
I it to the end, the same, shit
Niggers don't be wearin' on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and

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 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 with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for

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

the real one's 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 about your intermureal status,
You ain't
We been doin' this, been doin' shit

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

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

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

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