Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time Part. 2

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha two
You know, haha,
Uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Nothin like the

1]
Guess who's to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all up
Roll up a diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is back
Let 'em know a few like if your ridin, your back's slidin
This is the Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste
To chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like is spinnin
Backward, to off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, you ain't doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein
I die if I could, Rule the lion
And I'ma "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

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Race against time, I - can't
Runnin through the red light - livin my
if I'm gettin too hot
Still I stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

2]
Bless the day that the God was two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is like Bettis
And got his out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma it down
Turn the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma the meanin of murder, it's killer
You outta your mind, the designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like
smoke weed, but blow ether, ashes
cause young Rule in his like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with and passion
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Jesus was criticized, then why not me
What the am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its
Me in church, or me in bed with managen
I can chase like sergeant, like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's to the peep hole
They all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco
Hit 'em up and let's go, jump the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other
in love with a bitch that I call crime
She me that nobody can beat time
If you get of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the we feel would be somethin different
But the same old criminal vibin
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"