Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it
If a nigga me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I think you rookies is ready
Three 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 then Bill Russel

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

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

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

'Cuz I'm no nigga love b'fore
bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a broke, what'd 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 trust these niggas

gon' pimp if you let them
From N.Y. to the Dirty
And bitches' dime 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 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 them real bitches at?
Where them 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'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole village
So tight fold crease on the President's nose
clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter pros, slam those
Game tied tight bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

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

All my hard core niggas, what you do?
My thug-ass 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 them real bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, they 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
There's no remorse now, expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose the dope is found
Juvenile's my name,
I represent it to the end, the same,
Niggers don't be wearin' on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and

A thin hat to the back a strap too
Willin' to 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, 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 bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and ride for free

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

Where the real one's at,
Oh, you how we feel
About all you be ass ghetto superstars
Wanna be like, "Me ass"
Tryin' to be Foxy Brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status,
You ain't
We been doin' this, doin' this shit

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

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 I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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