Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them sweets, let's 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 pounds of pressure to deal with
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to with
Feel this bitch, I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper then Bill Russel

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

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, you wanna 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 real at?
Where they at, where they at, where 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
Money ain't never been a to me
Always stack my dough, holla
Ass fat, thighs thick, perfect
Inhale the cheese, from to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I bluff and no dough
I don't fuck 'em, fuck fake for
Make mine's, I'mma take

'Cuz I'm no like love b'fore
Make bitch like, gimme some more
If a broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of
It's we playette minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust these niggas

They gon' pimp if you let
N.Y. to the Dirty South
And them bitches' tight
I got my right
And my ice got the shine
And if it don't bitches
When lights hit the wrist
You won't be shit, you be lickin' this

All my core niggas, what 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 them real bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? 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, straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those pros, slam
Game tied tight bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin'
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
Forever flows, I it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're pushin'
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the
M.J.G. is in

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

Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow
Up in the mornin' in the court, '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,
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 my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy, your or pops, boy
Cash a million, never 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 niggas, what you wanna do?
My real 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 bitches at?
Where real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, where at, huh?
And where my buck at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, they at, where they at? Come on

Where the real at, bitch?
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 your intermureal status, mothafucka
You nobody
We been doin' this, doin' this shit

We go way back this, baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the microphone
and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on and shit
Nigga whatchu Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' this game
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 'till I die and ride for free

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

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