Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that motherfucker Looch is a gladiator
Russell Crowe, with my heat in a radiator
I come through 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 wigs and their kids
I their face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So P keep this up
When it comes to these or these knives dog I'm fuckin' you up
And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a
S P and I done through it all

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

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with a bodies
On top of skateboards, the work of
Shit bags and all that, back to
I a playa but my nine keeps 'em hotties

And we run when we hear
I hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
And let us know who rattin', I leave bodies in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall at, come on

I all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
Forty a month, no account unbelievable
here and there, bitches in pajamas
Holdin' llamas in 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 call me the cab driver now I'm em' off

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

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

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

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