Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin', Slipin' & Slidin'

It's a new day in the hood
money to make and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good
It's all about the you know what that I roll
And never leave empty without packin' my chrome

If it's on, on, I put down my gangsta hand
and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like and you don't know why
Niggaz would try but soon they all just die

How come up, like I would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the Jack made my complete
Fifty four thousand, the he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough so can I plot next?

An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin' no
tailin' my ass, breathin' hard on my back
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the

Grab the satchel of money brother Star crib
I throw the on the table say, "Be back in a bit"
I caught the dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked

Ridin', slipin' and

Ran out a door, my situation's back I left
A quietly tellin', "You got to come up on some bread"
get twisted for shit, see, I be mashin' on my own mission
Never dreamin' or the money that I'm missin'

I heard some, niggaz doubt rakin' in all the dough
And since I'm bad, I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Dogg, Style
True from the Dogg Pound, puttin' it down

Kick the door in with the and fo'-fo'
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style all the dough
Five of Coke, two pounds of [Incomprehensible]
Now we baggin' it up and smokin' all night

I wanna trip then I have no chip
And my pockets be short and I to trip
To maintain with no problem stopped by my house
She was poppin' with them sales, I play that shit
And sold hundred in Cavi barely happy today
knockin' rowdy and my homey had to say

Well, I got me a on the Westside on the town
With some mark ass from the other side
(Yeah, put it down)
Now Dogg Gangstaz true indeed we see
The layout down, as we

Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to niggaz collapse
back the strap two minutes before the jack takes place
Now we face to face and I'm in the for a murder
So I'm all for the do low and you know the chances stages
Gauges and three eighties, crazy, nigga shady to my

What I'ma do is for my loot
With the mash on the massion about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the first to dip
Straight to the door and intention's to straight trip
I gotta make my grip and I made my grip the quickness
Niggaz to lick and got paid, bitch

Ridin', and slidin'

I don't a bitch so fuck a bitch
the function, what's the game?
All aboard, the Cavi
All you busters riding
You wanna see the Pound