Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

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

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

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma 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?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, 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, thick, titties perfect
the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I bluff and no dough
I don't 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Make mine's, I'mma yours

'Cuz I'm no like love b'fore
bitch scream 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 a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't these niggas

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

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

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

I'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, so high, I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin' henney' and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to those pros, slam those
tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

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

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

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

A thin hat to the back with a too
Willin' to bust a ass if he had to
If you the same 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 block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, what you 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 bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, they at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where they at, they at? Come on

Where the real one's at,
Oh, you know how we
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 nobody
We been doin' this, been doin' shit

We go way with this, baby
Talkin' about this real on the muthafuckin' microphone
and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and
Nigga ridin' on 20's and
Nigga whatchu got? new-assed nigga
You don't know about 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 with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma for free

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

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