Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the of The South
If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking
I'm down with Lil J til' the muthafuckin'
Disrespect, they put your picture on the front page
I'm center stage shining in a foreign you ain't yet
Chrome look like water, and my caddy is lean wet
Don't the rims, them mothafuckas a clean set
You can't tell me that this cost ya boy a mean check
Looking like a G in here, here and I'm gon be in here
When over, I'ma be the only one you see in here
Repping P.A.T. in here, realer than these guys
I'm triple OG bitch, don't let them you otherwise

Young nigga out here on the
Young bitch, you really need to wit me
something, hold up, hold up
Young nigga out on the grind
Young bitch you need to get wit me
something, hold up bitch

Put Multi on the
Drop the label to raise the stock
You ain't seen a trunk tinted pop
Full of 15s that'll it knock
With them lights that say
Get in or get down hoe
If it wasn't about the money to be made
What the fuck you come for?
is big business, talking skyscrapers
Screens like smoke vapors
Candy paint's when it's Now and
Bitch, I'm on the up an elevator if you didn't know
Shine the grill to let it show
On them emotional mothafuckas in the
Tucking they nuts while I'm letting mine
Chromed out the rim, letting em'
Went from have-not to having dames
out the window, gripping the grain
One put the sun to the rain
Uhh, ya'll niggas thought I gon' be a king like I'm sposed'
But I from UGK, Multi, "4eva N a Day" on these hoes

Young nigga out here on the
Young bitch, you really to ride wit me
Smoke something, hold up, up
Young out here on the grind
Young you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, up bitch

for all the underground, we on the surface
South and holding, remote
Got the and it ain't for purchase
Ain't no when you win, up the cut like in it
Touchin' down on it, on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old school on his tippy toes, chop the base and shake the
Fade the top, let it show, how it taste? I got to know
Ice the grill, cold enough to the snow
Bruce Lee, boy, sho' nuff that bumping dragon, I got the
Got the cake, smash it in your face, I got more to
I'm on the chase for a truck to put off in my safe
And let it bake, stingy the flakes, all the crumbs get ate
Off the plate, sop it up with the lobster, and steak

Young out here on the rise
Young bitch, you really need to wit me
something, hold up, hold up
Young nigga out here on the
Young you need to get live wit me
Smoke something, up bitch