Luyện nghe bài hát Race Against Time Part. 2

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
like the future

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

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Race time, I - can't stop
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 cocaine was heavily
And all them niggaz had a for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to the free basin
If this is erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so slow it down
Turn back the of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's
You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the up
No gas, and when I spits acid
smoke weed, but ether, spit ashes
cause Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and
For when I die keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

3]
If Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one like its logic
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 pinned to the hole
They seein all or 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 reminded me that can beat time
If you get of it nigga
So I her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be different
But this the same old vibin
I ain't hidin, I'ma "ri-da-da-da-din"