Luyện nghe bài hát Air 'Em Out

(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on, on, ride on)
(Ride on, on, ride on)
(Ride on, on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on, on)
Shoulda made the noose a little
'Cause it ain't nobody dead,

We who are to bang them drums (Bang)
Beatin' on a dead body shotgun
Talkin' shit, bitch bite your tongue
See that ship over your city, run, run
Your war is a board game where it come from
Already bored, claiming gang
"Pyong!" Go the gun, boy he on some shit
Check your solar bitch
Don't let a motherfucker catch you at the wrong sun (Wrong sun)
Son the haters, send 'em orbit
Higher than these motherfuckers claiming it's they
Turned and asked your partner why he started acting (Brrat!)
talking, that's lip service
Rats it was time to hit the surface
Cats sleepin' on it, write 'em off like
Drown a hater, his experience immersive
Now that he can feel it, the doctors and the nurses up

Whatcha do about it? Ain't nothin' new about it
made the noose a little tighter
'Cause it ain't nobody dead, some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see)
Air 'em out (No)
Shoulda made the a little tighter
'Cause it nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders

Try to it killer soft like silk (Salt)
Old frail gas pay for the milk
Lies off these lows when they step up in the party
Where they got up in they o's like some fuckin'
and chains, that's they game, like it was in bulk
Back a mack could slang
With his partners make his fuckin' name in the traps
All the way Panshekara to the Kefahuchi tract
Snatch a with a smile, tap her from the back
If somebody try to stop you, tell that to back back
Back back, back back, stack racks,
deep, strap hangin' out a black dirigible
Playin' shit is critical, masses
Masked murderer, mastiff
Barking at the moon done been walked on, hit the kill switch
Your ass done movin' backwards when choke you with that real trick

Whatcha gon' do about it? Ain't new about it
Shoulda made the a little tighter
'Cause it ain't dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see)
Air 'em out (No)
made the noose a little tighter
'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin'

Come up off your smooth talk, this raspy
You on Morse code, playa this ASCII
Your make you scared to get nasty
The keyword is Kemmer, what yo' ass need
Anybody get it in the mandible, shit
Got a problem, hit 'em on they ansible
Ain't nobody just because they fly here
You could sets, real playas trip lightyears
Tightrope time, toes and what?
Is you ridin' or not? hands up
Who they want? (Who want?)
Game (Game over)
Ol' callin' anyone who ain't sober
Old ass man in the corner
Talkin' shit to the sky is a warnin'
You might pay attention what he sayin'
'Cause the Ekumen ain't everything and killas ain't playin', ho!

Whatcha gon' do about it? nothin' new about it
Shoulda the noose a little tighter
it ain't nobody dead, just some motherfuckin' riders
Air 'em out (Let 'em breathe)
Air 'em out (Got the fire!)
Air 'em out (Wanna see)
Air 'em out (No)
Shoulda made the a little tighter
'Cause it ain't nobody dead, just motherfuckin' riders

(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on, on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, on)
(Ride on)