Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that Sheek Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a
I come through slow you out I'm lettin' it go
I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome

That's why I ain't got for pigs
Off the roof, I let shit to their wigs and their kids
I treat face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So P keep hustlin' up
When it comes to guns or these knives dog I'm fuckin' you up
And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm 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'

Knife work, you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave you gargle or choke
And we Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel 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, to potties
I ain't a playa but my nine 'em hotties

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

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good to
bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide and there, bitches in pajamas
Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, 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 on us poppin' 'em off
Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm em' off

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

Knife work, stab you in the and the throat
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

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

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