Luyện nghe bài hát Ride For My City

[Chorus - Ace
ride for my city, grind for my city
Dare you to fuck me, the 9 resides with me
Ayo!
I'm so 9 to 5 4, the of my city, the core of Broward
Aye we at?!
Aye Lauderdale!
Aye we at?!
Aye Pompano!
Aye we at?!
Aye the crib is my home
Aye we at?!
Aye Lauderdale!
Aye we at?!
Aye Pompano!
Aye we at?!
Aye is real and I know!

city!

[Verse 1 - County All-Stars]
I got a .9 in '54
That means I got a partner if you didn't know
It's a drought, oh you didn't
So he if he say he get it for the low
I them other counties mad
When I drive fast in my Broward tags
Brown money bag looking down on ass
I got that Broward swag
Kiss my Broward ass

I represent that shit daily
like a spoon in the '80s
Bricks in the dashboard, all Mercedes
Strapped a baby in car seats
Three eighty on the car
Riding down Sunrise, in the RV
Headed to the East where them zoes got that
around let them choppers sing call it R 'n' beef
Broward at the heart of me

[Verse 2 - Broward County
I do this shit for so I'm speaking to the ra
I'm the hottest smoking, everything I spit is fire
My hood my chain because I love it with a passion
The way I'm in the game you can call me Jerry
Hip-hop was so I took it out the casket
Thanks to Lauderdale now my money Alaska
I spit it like Khaled, we the best
A.M.P. I'm the reason Broward got respect

Pompano I the tiv
J Stylez, all about the
A young stunner, hustle none other
I produce 'cash flow', call me a
Have you of me?
probably not
Because I in the kitchen trying to get this work the lot
There's grinders, smoking weed, and selling rocks
And I'ma rep Broward till I'm in a box

[Verse 3 - Broward County All-Stars & Ace
Black swag, black Chevrolet
The county love me
those who ain't met me yet
Holler at me (incomprehensible) that's right except a check
Bitch I am from Pompano, you'll never disrespect my
The .5 with me, and I kill
Fuck with the goons Hollywood up to Deerfield
A lot dead homie, live will, murder caps since '99
The pussies boy I'm here

Hood]
I'm the king it is Broward County
Pot of brown on crown, call that macadamia
around, chopper down, you are miscellaneous
Not a sound, blow, trash bag pay me up
Walk my stadium it's Broward County mania
Name me one, anybody hotter than this
If you buy uranium, a hater bury him
nigga born, soak it in your cranium!