Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

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

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

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

nigga out here on the rise
Young bitch, you really to ride wit me
something, hold up, hold 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, controlling
Got the game and it ain't for
Ain't no hurting you win, up the cut like in it
down on it, clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old on his tippy toes, chop the base and shake the doors
the top, then let it show, how it taste? I got to know
Ice the grill, cold to freeze the snow
Bruce Lee, boy, nuff that bumping dragon, I got the glow
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, with the flakes, all the crumbs get ate
Off the plate, sop it up with the lobster, and steak

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