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

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

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

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

An armored truck'd be fine, as I up from behind
7 bags and fled, not wastin' no time
Coppers tailin' my ass, breathin' on my back
Now my biz in the corner as I the 'Llac

Grab the full of money brother Star crib
I the money 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 voice tellin', "You got to come up on some bread"
Don't get twisted for shit, see, I be mashin' on my own
dreamin' or wishin' the money that I'm missin'

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

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

I wanna then I didn't have no chip
And my be short and I started to trip
To maintain with no problem stopped by my house
She was poppin' with them sales, I don't play shit
And sold five in Cavi barely happy today
Feelin' rowdy and my homey had to say

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

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

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

Ridin', slipin' and

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