Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

You won't me until everybody
Say love you, but it's not love
And your is oxblood
And the girl you fucking you
And friends faded off shots of
What you
Then about the game that you on top of
Your girlfriend ass keep getting
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 with the questions
all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
That shit up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it be happy hour
They put the cloth your lap soon as you sat down
feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat
Instead of getting a pat down, they just on
that they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

I've been too long
I've been faded too
I've been too long
Why it start? The ride
Why won't it 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 your mothers 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, just a way of life
Apartment o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two that want the same things
Yeah, it start to better than home feels
And so you up every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone
But shit you bout to spend it on what most
You drop a songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the see the nigga
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya

I haven't inside 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 alcohol and city lights and songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's at home
good at home?
The hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children 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 and I'm just praying that it feels good
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 I'm still evading
But I six million on my self and I feel amazing
Young maker, season ticket holder
switching over
I come them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the of these niggas
That couldn't fuck with my flow
Look at that fucking on your nephews shoulder
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
Take care

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?