Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

I when people say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever

You won't feel me until
Say love you, but it's not love
And your is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your faded off shots of
What you
forget about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass getting
Thicker the plot does
And when you forget her, when she pop up
And you got a but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed refugees
And deal the questions
About all your needs
And you do dinners at French in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit up your alley
You see a and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat
It's feeling like you own every you choose to be at now
through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, just keep on
Saying that feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
Been way too

I've been too long
I've been too long
I've been too long
Why won't it The ride
Why won't it start? The

You feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the world around you that your work is finished
And steal your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
And so you up there every you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you bout to it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya

I haven't been inside one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got coat on
That can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's at home
good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I known
My young niggas M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Own
Brand new girl, and she growing
Brand new titties, still showing
and she just praying that it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels
I really don't much but shit I know a secret
They say more more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
Season over
I come through them bitches still as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of niggas
That fuck with my freshman flow
at that fucking chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore I was all for it, all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
care nigga

I'm faded, faded, faded, faded (the ride)
Why won't it start the
Why won't it the ride?
Why it start ooh the ride?