Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Ride

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

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

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one time for my niggas (let's ride)
two for the game its all in your 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
around fake hoes talkin' about they it real
murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real ass who I be MJ
livin' to handle business every god 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 the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these ass bitches become real
hell naw don't forget the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't meet ya
and I care if its the motherfuckin' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and up at me like
a big 'ol pimp ass I'll 'cha
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who trash
small pounds no limit we kick cash
at the drop of ball P-I-M-P
tight pass nigga for real don't tell me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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