Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

Who this rapper to step to me
Talkin bout you ain't bout that ministry
Child please, we's them G's on knees
from California to the Florida Keys, we be
Slangin the WORD, they smokin they're herb
And 64's, hittin switches on the curb
Then back in place, bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that Chase
Like Mase, 'Im fittin, ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in your hood,
Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my gente, in Puente
I can't about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916
Make them chips, we together like cement and bricks
Now just bounce to playalisctic Boneybone hit

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

Shh, ain't not talkin, while I'm puttin in coffins
in the Cadillac bumpin Dawkins and Dawkins
Got me wrapped up, up
If you love Cali, playa the Westside up
now watch me like them hell's angels
In them Harleys, or them wit the blue wranglers

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

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