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 to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't think you is ready
Three hundred and fifty 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 in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the
Choppin' boys up, on some puttin' it in 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 no secret
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do shit
Time for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
Yours truly, Eightball and M.J.G.

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

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

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love
Make bitch scream like, gimme 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 don't these niggas

They gon' if you let them
N.Y. to the Dirty 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 shit, you be lickin' this

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

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

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

Hand bitches a L.A. mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as chronic blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a 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, blazed afros, we're pushin'
Dicks get erect 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 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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

A thin hat to the 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, mommy or pops, boy
Cash a million, never 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 core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you 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 they at, where 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"
Tryin' to be Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck your intermureal status, mothafucka
You ain't
We been this, been doin' this shit

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

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My real niggas, what 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 real bitches at?
Where them real at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, they at?
Where my at?

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