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 gon' put picture on the front page
I'm center stage in a foreign you ain't seen yet
Chrome like water, and my caddy paint is lean wet
Don't forget the rims, them a clean set
You can't tell me that this ain't cost ya boy a check
Looking like a G in here, been here and I'm gon be in
When it's over, I'ma be the only one you see in
Repping P.A.T. in here, realer these other guys
I'm triple OG bitch, don't let them tell you

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

Put on the mountaintop
Drop the label to raise the stock
You ain't a trunk with tinted pop
of 15s that'll make it knock
With them neon that say
Get in or get down hoe
If it wasn't the player money to be made
What the fuck you around for?
This is big business, skyscrapers
rise like smoke vapors
Candy when it's Now and Laters
Bitch, I'm on the up like an if you didn't know
Shine the grill 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 some dames
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 like I'm
But I learned UGK, Multi, "4eva N a Day" on these hoes

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

for all the underground, we on the surface
South and holding, remote
Got the game and it ain't for
Ain't no hurting you win, up the cut like in it
Touchin' on it, clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old school on his tippy toes, chop the and shake the doors
Fade the top, then let it show, how it I got to know
Ice the grill, enough to freeze 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 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, shrimp and

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