Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

Say, R.I.P. to Pimp C, he was the King of The
If you hating on that, you need to shut your fucking
I'm with Lil J til' the muthafuckin' grave
Disrespect, they gon' put your on the front page
I'm center stage in a foreign you ain't seen yet
look like water, and my caddy paint 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 a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in here
When it's over, I'ma be the only one you see in
Repping P.A.T. in here, than these other guys
I'm OG bitch, don't let them tell you otherwise

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

Put on the mountaintop
the label just to raise the stock
You ain't seen a trunk with pop
of 15s that'll make it knock
With them neon that say
Get in or get down hoe
If it wasn't about the player money to be
What the fuck you come around
This is big business, talking
Screens rise smoke vapors
paint's when it's Now and Laters
Bitch, I'm on the up an elevator if you didn't know
Shine the grill just to let it
On them emotional mothafuckas in the
Tucking they nuts I'm letting mine hang
Chromed out the rim, letting em'
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 gon' be a king like I'm sposed'
But I learned UGK, Multi, "4eva N a Day" on these hoes

Young out here on the rise
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
something, hold up bitch

This for all the underground, we on the
South and holding, controlling
Got the and it ain't for purchase
Ain't no hurting when you win, up the cut in it
down on it, clown 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 dragon, I got the glow
Got the cake, it in your face, I got more to make
I'm on the chase for a bread 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, shrimp and

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