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

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

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

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

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

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

Ridin', slipin' and

Ran out a door, my situation's back where I
A quietly tellin', "You got to come up on some bread"
Don't get twisted for shit, see, I be mashin' on my own
Never dreamin' or wishin' the money I'm missin'

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

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

I wanna then I didn't have no chip
And my pockets be and I started to trip
To maintain no problem stopped by my bitch house
She was with them sales, I don't play that shit
And sold five hundred in Cavi barely 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 the other side
(Yeah, put it down)
Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true we see
The down, as we proceed

Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to niggaz collapse
Cocked back the strap two 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 advances
and three eighties, crazy, nigga shady to my lady

What do is mine for my loot
With the mash on the massion about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the nigga to dip
to the front door and intention's to straight trip
I gotta make my grip and I my grip with the quickness
here to lick and got paid, bitch

Ridin', slipin' and

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