Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

you know sometimes you have to use a composure
be playa about the situation but this is not the time
this is not the time nigga its to ride its time to ride

sometimes you have to keep it calm it low
bite bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the fuck nobody play
from to the Bay niggas diein' all day
over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into
bitches that be be settin' up them tricks
gettin' licks rules don't apply to rich
a business sell a ki pimp a bitch
make that switch niggas flip shit
and the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch
translation three and a half
you not affiliated if you have to ask
rich kid a queens a green nigga
when I say green nigga all about his nigga
I invest in a tank and a vest
'cause me and all my gone ride

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one time for my real (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in brain
man if I had a for everytime I've fucked up
i be the big willy nigga with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they ask why

I'm a ass nigga who I be MJ
to handle business every god damn day
now who in the fuck be shit behind my back
lookin' to find a and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too
yea you brought some pain I brought the and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake ass bitches real
hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell
should I spell ya'll fake ass before I see ya
and I can by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I don't care if its the holidays
I gone preach just pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass beat 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we cash
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E
tight pass nigga for real don't tell me

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one for my real niggas (let's ride)
two times for the its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for I've fucked up
i would be the big willy with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a
around fake talkin' about they keep it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

preacher man could you pray for me I'm about to sin
my homicidal killin' again and again
T-Mix gave me the gun he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms I fire up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' I'm speakin'
sprayin' niggas leavin' layin' up leakin'
for weeks and weepin' my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj 'em up from sleepin'

I'm creepin' peepin' in windows
smokin' regular now you gonna us behind

we two ahead of the competition
we leave 'em wishin' upon the

we here with creatin' a boom to move the room
its that pimp shit that hardcore shit that you run from
see I ain't got time for this shit i know where I come from

ghetto hood ass nigga hard if you ever wanna meet
me in person I hard to find

(Chorus)
one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your
man if I had a buck for everytime fucked up
i would be the big willy nigga my feet up
but I'm in the field for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it
money murder all in my real niggas ride and they don't ask why