Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin to Ride To

-ant

Ahhhhhh
Now let me it up
I got the gin and and I'm a poor 'em cup
To get smooth in the that I'm in
So lets riding till this mother fucker ends
And hit the main strip, where the hoes be
Spitting some game and trying to that thang
On any young with some ends
A mobile phone and a drop top
Take it me, see
'cause I know it's about
Kick a big fat in a bitches mouth
And keep riding, siding, but don't front
Nigger serve shit, don't be no punk
And while the nigger's keep
I be
All the fine ass freaks of
That's I reside, and where I always will be
The city of killers, dealers and still we
Chill players, and like pimps
Mack all hoes and slap all
The big badass, I'm from the crew
I hang with the gang like it's the thang to do
Now mother fuckers face the facts that I'm doing this
Rapping and and they can't even ruin this
See everybody the banksta
The big dick who's fucking with dank and clocking the bank
And I'm a get in the 9 o's
I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big fine hoes
I'm up right beside you
Bumping this funky ass to ride to.

man-

Now some shit for you to ride to punk
Fifteeen's slamming hard in my God trunk
tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth
Young ride the foothill strip
They ride chevys, cougars, blazers,
Five 60 benzos ferrari kits
They love fine ass bitches, rolex
Top let down on the white drop
I love my schools cuties
Muscle bound
Pools a hoes so you know I had to do my
I got to have it like a
Fuck her like a
I tell you nigger I'm a pro these high school tramps
They say young minds, good times
See I'm a player so let me an o 9
Alicia, tina, marie, and
She wanna punk bitch you can ride my dick
Now shawnetta, shawnda, an too
Now a shot to the whole slug crew
Talk bad bitch but it's always pooh
Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this to ride to

Pushing my dank coke into the key and the engine
Hit song, time, smoking, donuts while I'm spinning
A tight haffa fullest engine with duels, and
Fuck a tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams
'cause I'm a young brotha to burn rubber yo ? ? ? out of lanes
I pump it, while ya bump her, so ya
Than I a pitched out, exterior interior window
They wax me, then they me, niggers don't love me now I'm tipped out
Now I'm coming from the detail shop
Going to the spots
Looking for the female
I feel the bass and woofer my chest like a heartbeat
Went to the curb, I saw the ass of a dark freak
So I pulled up slamming short
I "hey", she said (snort)
I said damn I'm warthog
So I smashed out 90
her ass up with the smoke I left behind me
The metly stently flowed in my ears like
Too short pulling the bass, got the hoes on our again
with the hooties, with booties, and big titties
That's potent, but all I is cheese for a
Got a ticket doing 60 in a crossing
Picking up my young cock for some tossing
Defermation of character, slandering
But all I'm ever ya is pimping and pandering
So please let me go off of
Because I could be at home in my bed her
I make like altune, to value human dash
Hit the freeway 'cause I can't play I got some ass
Respect a and an o g that's what they told me
nickname goldy

-too

Now I from the mother fucking eastside
So shut the fuck up bitch and ride
I'm short dogg, hoe you can't me
Since my very first I was funky
Bitches start them dollar signs
though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime
It's kind of funny, they want money a pimp
Bitch, you couldn't get 50
I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the
I know the hoe, and I'm a vet
Playing ain't based on love
You want my money, I fuck
And after we do all that, I about you in my next rap
Beyotch!! kiss my ass
Cause all the I didn't have this cash
Wouldn't call, give me your number
I couldn't see ya stevie wonder
I made a hit
Now I got
You wanna play dogg for a dummy
But I come from the mother fucking
You my dick so I let the fake bitch ride
music is on the mike
And like banks say, "this shit is tight"

-unknown voice- ** note - the words are probably very inaccurate.

Now thats some I ride
Puff and k-5 will go, buuuut
I got my partner ant banks sittin on something real
I got my short, sittin on the hood of a cadillac
I got rolling
I got kool-aid, he spilling and he ain't trippin
I got ol' t b his big 'ol fat ass
I got
I got ? , but he ain't got no skin on his dick 'cause he fuck too
I got ah, I got ol' dirty arm but my partna though
he's super clean, super side, super everything
I got and jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's happening
I got a, who else I got, I got I got face, pooh, that's my partna
He'll look through a his face so big
I got ah, I got pow pow, he like liners; he kind of filthy
But that's my partna though, I ain't to talk bad
I ain't going to bad
No I ain't to rank out
Oh kitty wing, that's my peppermint patty
I ain't going to talk him
I ain't going to talk huh
'cause he beat me up send the block out on me
I don't want the block to on me
Oh too (barking sounds)
We got ah, we got hist dancers(what chris hicks baby? )
Chris hicks thatz my that my steven shikal, he lavish
Oh else we got, who else we got in the that you want me to rank on
The tin man mo, that's pah prince of darkness, that's my dark
My counter, my darkside
Who we got, who else we got
We got foothill, oh I get clim, his teeth glow in the dark