Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

Who this tryin to step to me
Talkin bout you ain't really that ministry
Child please, we's them G's on them
Preachin from to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, while they they're herb
And 64's, hittin switches on the curb
swerve back in place, bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound by that playa Chase
Mase, 'Im fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in hood, Inglewood
West Covina, Pasadena, then it to my gente, in Puente
I can't forget about all my in the 415, 510, 916
Make them chips, we stick together cement and bricks
Now bounce to this playalisctic Boneybone hit

Dip bounce, side to
And come ride wit a playa that killa Cali westside
Pyscho, westcoast, rider,
For you and all your dawgs to with

Shh, ain't not talkin, while I'm puttin demons in
Dippin in the bumpin Dawkins and Dawkins
Got me up, tied up
If you love Cali, playa throw the up
now watch me ride them hell's angels
In them Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue

Swingin ther lasso, screamin wild west
'cause where I'm from, you a bullet prrof vest
Smoke the what for stress
Nah dawg, up, wait a minute
'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost rolled up in it
I get in the spirit on a day to day basis
And preach the WORD, to my patnas catchin
Racist clicks too, piru flamed up in
too, God wanna bless you
2, 3, 4 and 5, now close eyes
And this in your ride while you glide and...

I just can't stop, makin gospel hip hop
do this, til the day that I drop
Like Tupac, 'who do you in'
I put my faith in God, to be breathin
Preachin to the heathen, buckin demons
Oh what a feelin, got the crowd
on the ceilin
So if you wanna man, say what you say
But rap wit Bone is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre
Or Sway without Tech, wreck
Or Californias streets without a ghetto vet
It ain't happenin, Bibles I'm still them
And jackin demons wit 44 magnums