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 disrespect me, I'mma my shit and dump
Blast rhymes I pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is
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 Bill Russel

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' the playa 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
truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G.

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

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

'Cuz I'm no like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme 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 motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust these niggas

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

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

Now where them bitches at?
Where them real at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at,
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 village twice
So tight fold crease right on the President's
clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes a centerfold pose
Break a treat, 'em pay to enter those pros, slam those
Game tied like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

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

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

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

A thin hat to the with 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, mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, 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 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 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

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

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

We go way back with this,
Talkin' about this real shit on the microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin'
Tricks and hoes and
Muthafuckin' clothes and ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on and shit
Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed
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 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 where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where at, where they at, where they at?
my bitches at?

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