Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

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

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

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

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

for all the underground, we on the surface
South and holding, remote
Got the and it ain't for purchase
Ain't no hurting when you win, up the cut in it
Touchin' down on it, clown on it, if you wit it hoe
Old school on his tippy toes, chop the base and the doors
Fade the top, then let it show, how it taste? I got to
Ice the grill, cold to freeze the snow
Bruce Lee, boy, sho' nuff bumping dragon, I got the glow
Got the cake, smash it in face, I got more to make
I'm on the chase for a bread 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, shrimp and

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