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

It's a brand new day in the
It's money to and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I
And leave empty 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 like this and you don't know why
Niggaz always 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 the Jack made my life complete
Fifty thousand, the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't so what can I plot next?

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

Grab the satchel full of money 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', and slidin'

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

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

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

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

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

Two in the front, three in the back, I'm about to make niggaz
Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack 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 shady to my

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

Ridin', and slidin'

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