Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

Let's get it hype,
get it crump
Yeah, yeah,

Pass me Swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga me, I'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast rhymes like I pump, your belly to jelly
M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready
Three and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with
I run Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with
Feel this bitch, when I get rich, still hustle
Go down in history, paper then Bill Russel

flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin' up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it
And doin' the playa way
Callabo's of the ain't no secret
Space-age means, I don't do free shit
Time for no one, it ain't gon wait for me
Yours truly, signed and M.J.G.

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma for free

Now where them real at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, where they at, they at, huh?
And where my buck at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where they at? on

I ain't new to this, damn nice, bitch, true to this
ain't never been a thing to me
Always my dough, holla back
Ass fat, thick, titties perfect
the cheese, from here to Tel Aviv
Y'all know it, shit, I don't bluff and no
I don't 'em, fuck I'mma fake for
Make mine's, I'mma yours

'Cuz I'm no nigga love b'fore
Make scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, you fuck him for?
of time
It's like we playette
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a motherfuckin' pro
get that dough, we don't trust these niggas

They gon' if you let them
From N.Y. to the South
And bitches' dime tight
I got my right
And my ice got the shine
And if it don't bitches
them lights hit the wrist
You won't be stickin' shit, you be lickin'

All my hard niggas, what you wanna do?
My thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you with me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them bitches at?
Where them bitches at?
Where at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
my buck niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, they at? Come on

I'm the pimp motherfucker,
Ice cold, stories so high, I pimp the village twice
So tight crease right on the President's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin' straight henney' and
Touch toed, hoes a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter pros, slam those
Game tied tight bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five,

Hand chose bitches a L.A. mode, gettin'
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin'
Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware
Stick of gold, from the school of the old
flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros, we're hoes
get erect like poles, pay the toll
M.J.G. is in

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you do?
All my makin' bitches, if you ride with me
I'mma pimp I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where real bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And where my niggas at?
Where my niggas at?
they at, where they at, where they at? Come on

Peep dis', you and them boys need to down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go
There's no remorse now, better expose
jackets be on the lose until' the dope is found
Juvenile's my name,
I represent it to the end, the same,
Niggers don't be wearin' suits on theses
All you see is your boys and

A thin hat to the back with a too
Willin' to bust a ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka, get up off the block, boy
for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, hit the spot, boy
You want props, ha, you to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, you too hot, ha

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you with me
I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for

Now where them real at?
Where them bitches at?
Where at, where they at, where they at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
Where my niggas at?
Where they at, where they at, where at? Come on

Where the one's at, bitch?
Oh, you know how we
About all you wanna be ass superstars
Wanna be like, "Me ass"
Tryin' to be like Foxy bitches
I give a fuck about your status, mothafucka
You ain't
We been doin' this, been doin' this

We go way back this, baby
Talkin' about real shit on the muthafuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin'
and hoes and fuckin'
Muthafuckin' clothes and shit ridin' and shit
Nigga ridin' on 20's and
Nigga whatchu got? Brand nigga
You don't know nothin' this game
on

All my core niggas, what you wanna do?
My thug-ass niggas, what you wanna do?
All my money makin' bitches, if you ride me
pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them bitches at?
them real bitches at?
Where they at, they at, where they at, huh?
And my buck niggas at?
Where my buck at?
Where they at, where at, where they at?
Where my at?

All my hard core niggas, you wanna do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you do?