Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Wit Me

Where at?

If you want to go and a ride with me
We in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get with me
a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel way? (Hey, must be the money!)

In the club on the late night, right
Looking, to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so I can take home
(I can home)
She can be 18 (18) an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you that it's on
(Know it's on)
I something coming towards me on the dance floor
and real slow
Saying she was peeping and I dig the last
"So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I her no?
Her were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush hair
And I like those clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and
And I can see you, boo, way over there

If you to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the D's
Oh why do I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get with me
a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

Face and Frontenac, don't know how to act
no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back
You should the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters get past that
me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch
It strange now
a living off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit changed now
Running credit with no shame now
I feel the now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from B
me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next
Paying cash; first class - next to Vanna White

If you to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, be the money!)

If you to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the of the Benz-E
Oh why must I this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' the gold D's
Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)

If you to go and get high with me
a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this (Hey, must be the money!)

Check, check, yo, I know something you don't
And got something to tell ya
You won't believe how many people straight the flow
Most said I was a failure
But now the same asking me for dough
And I'm yelling: "I can't ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the show?"
no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?!

Hey yo, now I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas to know why: why I fly by
But yo, all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggas, you was' niggas
Popping like we drug dealers, Crissy, bubb' macking
Honey in the club, me in the
Icy grip, me to leave with you and your friends
So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to
And if shorty want to rock, we rocking to
And if shorty want to pop, we the Crist'
Shorty see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay
See the ice and the glist'; staring or they diss
Honies looking all "they wish" - come on boo, gimme

If you to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the D's
Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)

If you want to go and get high me
a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this (Hey, must be the money!)

If you to go and take a ride with me
We in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this (Hey, must be the money!)

If you to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the
Oh why I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

Hey, be the money!