Luyện nghe bài hát Ride

Chyeah, Ace
See mama, all I want you to do is it down for me
I want you to be my or die
While I go get this money, I I'ma get us out the hood baby

Even I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I chase this paper, you ain't wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die, we gon' be good
And if you or die we gon' make it out this hood

Listen, baby look, ride with me
Swear I got us mama
One thing I love it
See you ain't wit drama

You be my ride or die like Bonnie play the Clyde
Promise to move you out the hood into a house
why you never trip I'm grindin' bump a 9-5
Gotta get this money, callin' but you never whine
Gotta ask the come with bags you should see your eyes
That's why I surprise about you stacks to ease worried mind

Cuz when I'm gone lil' mama home alone at every
You blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind
And you never 'bout a problem keep it on the line
My gutta baby, never maybe gonna ride

though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I chase this paper, you gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die, girl we gon' be
And if you ride or die we gon' make it out this

And um, we can do them vacations, thinking Jamaica lately
Can't take deep relations, baby just keep it patient
Shawty know what I do, know who I be
You know I'm in these streets the only way we gon' eat

I it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets
I get cutta grab the duffle then I'm in the streets
Come back bundles pimp a half a g and Louis V
But you ain't never question bout a nigga g

We keep it real ain't no other that could ya sneak's
I for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
I hold you down, you hold me down and I fulfill dreams
Your my Beyonce, I'm Hova, you ride with me?

though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do
And when I chase this paper, you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back to you
Cuz I or die, girl we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we gon' it out this hood

Now what's the definition of a
Through it all they gon' stand right ya
If you got one em in the eyes
em you gon' ride

Tell em you gon' ride, ride,
Till the fall off or the day that I die
That's on my life ain't nun wrong wit tryna love
Tryna tell you that

Ace, chyeah, and I promise this to you, get us out the hood
them places that you thinkin' that you never could
But you gotta like them tires on the mini coop
I'mma get this cash paper bags and give to you

them haters, keep you tailored see what's sexydo
And I like your all I think about is doin' you
And I love the money so I guess it's like two
You or die same smile when you see the loot

Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly I do
And when I chase this paper, you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it home to you
Cuz I ride or die, we gon' be good
And if you ride or die we make it out this hood

Yea, yea, yea, we gon' it out
We make it out this hood