Luyện nghe bài hát Ride (down South)

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

Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it
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 hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal
I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill
Feel bitch, when I get rich, I'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper then Bill Russel

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

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

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

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

'Cuz I'm no nigga like love
Make scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him
of time
It's like we minds
stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we trust these niggas

They pimp if you let them
N.Y. to the Dirty South
And them bitches' dime
I got my right
And my ice got the right
And if it don't bitches
When them hit the wrist
You won't be stickin' shit, you be this

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peep dis', you and them boys to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go
There's no now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the until' the dope is found
my name, bitch
I it to the end, the same, shit
don't be wearin' suits on theses blocks
All you see is your and Reeboks

A thin hat to the with a strap 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
Call for the cops, boy, your or pops, boy
wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy
You props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha
You in a cell block, ha, you too hot, ha

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

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

Where the one's at, bitch?
Oh, you how we feel
About all you wanna be ass ghetto
be like, "Me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like Brown bitches
I a fuck about your intermureal status, mothafucka
You ain't
We doin' this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this,
Talkin' about this real shit on the muthafuckin'
Pimps and hoes and gettin'
Tricks and and fuckin'
clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga ridin' on and shit
Nigga whatchu got? Brand new-assed
You don't nothin' about this game
on

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

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

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