Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it
If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to
M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, packin' somethin' to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still
Go down in history, paper taller then Bill

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

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

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

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

I'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme some
If a broke, what'd you fuck him for?
of time
It's like we playette
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these

gon' pimp if you let them
From N.Y. to the Dirty
And them bitches' dime
I got my mind
And my ice got the shine
And if it blind bitches
When them lights hit the
You be stickin' shit, you be lickin' this

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 I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my buck 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 fold crease right 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 pros, slam those
tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin'
Plus a load of killer, as gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware
Stick of gold, somethin' the school of the old
Forever flows, I 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, 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 ride for free

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

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

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, your or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, hit the spot, boy
You props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, you too hot, ha

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 ride for free

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

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

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

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 pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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