Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

get it hype, nigga
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 belly to jelly
M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to with
this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller Bill Russel

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

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride me
pimp 'till 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 buck at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, they at, where they at? Come on

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, true to this
Money ain't been a thing to me
Always my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel
Y'all it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Make mine's, I'mma yours

'Cuz I'm no like love b'fore
Make bitch like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him
of time
It's we playette minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust 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 shine
And if it don't blind
When lights hit the wrist
You be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this

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 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where real bitches at?
Where real bitches 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? Come on

I'm the motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village
So tight crease right on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we close
Three-sixty-five,

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

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 ride for free

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

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

A thin hat to the back a strap too
Willin' to bust a 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, your or pops, boy
wasn't 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, you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you 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, they at, where they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
Where my niggas at?
Where they at, they at, where they at? Come on

Where the one's at, bitch?
Oh, you how we feel
About all you wanna be ass ghetto
be like, "Me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Foxy bitches
I give a fuck about intermureal status, mothafucka
You ain't
We been doin' this, doin' this shit

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

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

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

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