Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

You won't feel me until
Say they love you, but it's not
And your is oxblood
And the girl you fucking you
And friends faded off shots of
What you
Then forget the game that you on top of
Your girlfriend ass keep getting
Thicker than the does
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And with the questions
About all your needs
And you do dinners at Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
That shit right up your
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's been too
Been way too

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

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

I haven't been inside terminal one and in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your on
runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you what's good at home
good at home?
The hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, still showing
and she just praying that it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it good
I really don't know but shit I know a secret
They say money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season holder
Season over
I come through them still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out messing over the lives of these niggas
couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
Take nigga

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