Luyện nghe bài hát Ride On 4's

(*talking*)
Ha-ha, say

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

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

Hit your homie, let the third light glow
open the do', let em smell the dro
Naw we capping, that there for them bitches
We hard as fuck, and riding on our riches
Shit the fam good, the kids
So why not grip wood the hood nigga, come on now
Kush got me gone now, I don't smoke the
I been blessed, so if it's in the air it's the
And if in my cup, it's that purple
Got me flipping through the hood, riding in a
No destination, just riding
Big mothership gliding, motor on
That's what it is, what could be
a couple pictures of the slab, in the letters
To my niggaz in the Penn, I'ma hold you
Show the whole unit, how we do in nigga yeah

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[Slim
I'm rolling on 4's, with the windows
Dro up out my nose, letting the trunk do shows
Playafali on my toes, gotta the world I'm having change
So I bought a candy Cadillac, up on thangs
boys mayn, Thugga gotta represent
I stay lit up, behind that percent tint
Stay bent on the daily, when I'm in the
Shining like a superstar, I grip the wood
Pieced up good, gotta stay fresh
And show the world I'm blessed, everytime my voice up in deck
the mic, and I wreck on the 'vard
Every season 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 getting bread, and reaching our goals
Behind tint with the windows closed, I ride on 4's

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