Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

I when people say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
It'll be a time before y'all feel me, if ever

You won't feel me everybody
Say love you, but it's not love
And your suit is
And the girl you hates you
And your friends faded off of
What you
Then forget about the that you on top of
Your famous ass keep getting
Thicker than the plot
And when you forget her, that's she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas like refugees
And deal with the
About all excessive needs
And you do dinners at Laundry in Napa Valley
and glasses of Dolce
That right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat
It's feeling like you own every you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they just on
Saying that they feel you,

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

I've been too long
I've faded too long
I've faded too long
Why won't it The ride
Why won't it The ride

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you an image
And ride around in rental cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are your nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home
And so you up there night you swear you getting close
That money was for gas and phone bills
But you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially summers rolled on
And all you is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, got you asking what's good at home
What's good at
The same hoes are at it, I shoulda known
My niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm evading
But I blew six million on my self and I feel
Young money maker, season holder
switching over
I come through bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of niggas
That couldn't fuck with my flow
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
care nigga

I'm faded, faded, faded, faded (the ride)
Why it start the ride?
Why won't it start the
Why won't it start ooh the