Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On 4's

(*talking*)
Ha-ha, say

I got my Lac sitting low, like a Honda
Hundred sack of dro, got a G lifted
And the way I work the grain, gotta be
Dipping, in and out of traffic
Tipsy, off drank but no beers
I got a tre, and a twenty root beer
Muddy, a motherfucking hog pen
Banging Pac "Makaveli", play that eight again
Time go by, on high
I'm feeling too fly, and that ain't even
See I's a gangsta nigga, I or shank a nigga
But it's some'ing them swangas, that'll change a nigga
Have you chunking the deuce up, to a stranger
You shining harder than a bitch, he don't blame you
Who blame you nigga, you doing the damn thang
Staying to the game, you deserve to swang

Behind that percent, windows never go down
Music never go down, my nigga say down
Keep driving, pass dro
Tip slow while you ride on 4's, when we on 4's

Hit breaks homie, let the third light glow
Swang the do', let em smell the dro
Naw we ain't capping, there for them bitches
We grinding hard as fuck, and riding on our
the fam good, the kids good
So why not wood through the hood nigga, come on now
Kush got me gone now, I don't the stress
I blessed, so if it's in the air it's the best
And if in my cup, it's that purple
Got me flipping through the hood, in a circle
No destination, nigga riding
Big gliding, motor on siding
That's it is, what could be better
a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters
To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma you down
Show the unit, how we do in H-Town nigga yeah

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[Slim
I'm rolling on 4's, the windows closed
Dro up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows
Playafali on my toes, gotta show the I'm having change
So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on them
Hurting boys mayn, Thugga gotta
I stay lit up, behind that five percent
Stay bent on the daily, I'm in the hood
Shining a superstar, when I grip the wood
Pieced up smelling good, gotta fresh
And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my up in your deck
Wreck the mic, and I wreck on the
season some'ing hard, coming out my garage
I barred, H-Town repping till I'm dead
the Tre to the West, to my G's off the 'Stead
Boys out here bread, and reaching our goals
Behind with the windows closed, when I ride on 4's

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