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

It's a new day in the hood
It's money to and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good
all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
And never leave empty handed packin' my chrome

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

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

An armored be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not no time
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 money on the table say, "Be in a bit"
I caught the dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to the bomb soaked uncut

Ridin', and slidin'

Ran out a door, my back where I left
A quietly 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 rakin' in all the dough
And since I'm doin' bad, I gotta for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Dogg, Style
True soldiers the Dogg Pound, puttin' it down

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

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

Well, I got me a plot on the Westside on the
With some ass niggaz from the other side
(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
Cocked back the 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 advances
Gauges and three eighties, crazy, nigga to my lady

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 front door and to straight trip
I make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
Niggaz here to lick and got paid,

Ridin', slipin' and

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