Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

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

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

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

Swingin ther lasso, wild wild west
where I'm from, you need a bullet prrof vest
Smoke the what for your
Nah dawg, hold up, a minute
'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost rolled up in it
I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day
And preach the WORD, to my patnas cases
Racist clicks too, flamed up in blue
Crips too, God wanna 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 I drop
Like Tupac, do you believe in'
I put my faith in God, to be breathin
to the heathen, buckin them demons
Oh what a feelin, got the 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 packin them
And jackin wit them 44 magnums