Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up
We did it again shocks, no
Yeah, still, ain't changed
It's still a baby
You see me say shit nigga
What, yo, hey yo

You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a
Like Crowe, with my heat in a radiator
I through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
I got fire for ya ducks you want dro'

That's why I got mercy for pigs
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their
I their face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the

240 pounds and I ain't to fight
And they don't make strong enough to lock me in
And your ain't thick enough to stop all ten
The be callin' up ya next-of-kin

But fuck that, my guns speech problem
They stutter they spit
Go through you when they hit, my shit ain't got no
Chromed out sniper with the tank bananas, uh uh

Training day, you could hear the
All the cops crooked like who you people
Head shots, shoot between the
And bullets in the like all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you got to feel a nigga

I my niggas, why wouldn't I?
Die for my motherfuckers, how I?
Want a lot of things but it ain't affordable
Only thing that when you die is what they thought of you

Kid comin' through with a full of cop killers
out something decent
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out the precinct
stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see

'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm it off
When the come through they medullas is off
Where I'm from dog you rude or you
If you say you a niggas'll ask you who did you off

So P this hustlin' up
When it comes to these guns or these dog I'm fuckin' you up
And we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a brawl
S P and I done been it all

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked who you people jivin'
Head shots, between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you dyin'

work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave till you or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas half a bodies
On top of skateboards, the work of
bags and all that, back to potties
I ain't a but my nine keeps 'em hotties

And we don't run we hear
I hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
And let us know who rattin', I their bodies in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, on

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good to
bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide here and there, bitches in
llamas in they dairy-air, playin' the fun

We the 3 5 4 boys, if you one
All do is call the cop on us
See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us 'em off
Niggas me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

Training day, you could the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
Head shots, shoot between the
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards

Knife work, you in the heart and the throat
And we don't till you gargle or choke
And we Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the
And bullets in the dome all you cowards dyin'

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the
And we leave till you gargle or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a