Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

You won't feel me everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And your is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And friends faded off shots of
What you
forget about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass keep
Thicker than the does
And when you her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like
And deal with the
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
That right up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the cloth 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 a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you,

Yeah,
been too long
Been way too

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

You won't me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your work is finished
And your 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 when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some and paintings
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel than home feels
And so you up there every night you you getting close
champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you to spend it on what matters most
You drop a songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every to let the city see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And even they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't been terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after rolled on
And all you knew is and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking good at home
What's at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying it heals good
I'm to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young maker, season ticket holder
Season over
I come through them bitches still as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
That couldn't fuck with my freshman
Look at that fucking on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior will only get
Take nigga

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