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 never leave empty handed packin' my chrome

If it's on, it's on, I put down my hand
Show and and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like this and you don't why
always 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 my life complete
Fifty four thousand, the cash he left cheesed and
But it still ain't enough so what can I plot

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

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

Ridin', and slidin'

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

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

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

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

Well, I got me a plot on the Westside on the
some mark ass niggaz from the other side
(Yeah, put it down)
Now Dogg Pound 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 to face and I'm in the mood for a murder
So I'm all for the do low and you know the advances stages
Gauges and three eighties, crazy, shady 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 nigga to dip
Straight to the front door and to straight trip
I gotta make my and I made my grip with the quickness
Niggaz to lick and got paid, bitch

Ridin', slipin' and

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