Luyện nghe bài hát The Ride

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

You won't feel me everybody
Say they love you, but not love
And your suit is
And the girl you fucking you
And friends faded off shots of
What you
forget about the game that you on top of
Your girlfriend ass keep getting
than 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 SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the
About all your needs
And you do at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of
That shit right up your
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
They put the across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own every place you to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat
Instead of a pat down, they just keep on
Saying they feel you, nigga

Yeah,
It's too long
way too long

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

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell you're in it
And tell the world around you that your paper is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an
And ride in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its real when your nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of
fifteen o three, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the things
Yeah, it start to feel better than feels
And so you up there every night you swear you close
That champagne money was for gas and bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can a nigga
And come out every to let the city see the nigga
Telling that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they ya nigga

I haven't been inside terminal one and 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 city lights and songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at
What's good at
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda
My young niggas poppin' M's and dirty jones
Problem children all be reppin' Octobers Own
new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches showing
Yeah and she just praying it heals good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying it feels good
I really know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
switching over
I through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas older, I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
couldn't fuck with my freshman flow
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My Junior and senior only get meaner
care nigga

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