Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

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

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 layin' it
And doin' shit the way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no
Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free
waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
Yours truly, Eightball and M.J.G.

All my core niggas, what you wanna 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 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 they at? on

I new to this, damn nice, bitch, that's true to this
Money never been a thing to me
Always my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties
Inhale the cheese, from here to Tel
know it, shit, I don't bluff and no dough
I don't 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
mine's, I'mma take 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 from a real pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust niggas

gon' pimp if you let them
From N.Y. to the Dirty
And them dime tight
I got my mind
And my ice got the right
And if it blind bitches
When them lights hit the
You be stickin' 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 for free

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

I'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the whole 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, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam
Game tied tight like bows, we close
Three-sixty-five,

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, sold
a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, up in a Tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, from the school of the old
Forever flows, I take it down as 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 niggas, what you wanna do?
My thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma 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?
Where my niggas at?
they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow
Up in the in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, expose rounds
Them be on the lose until' the dope is found
my name, bitch
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 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 niggas, what you wanna do?
All my makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where real bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
And where my niggas at?
Where my buck 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 your intermureal status,
You ain't
We been doin' this, been this shit

We go way back this, baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin'
Pimps and and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and
clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on 20's and
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 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 at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
they at, where they at, where they at?
Where my at?

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