Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that motherfucker Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, my heat in a radiator
I come through you out there I'm lettin' it go
I got for ya ducks you want lissome dro'

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

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

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

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

Knife work, stab you in the and the throat
And we don't leave till you or choke
And we Mob, L O X guerrilla 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?
a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
Only thing that count you die is what they thought of you

Kid comin' through a clip full 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 cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the come 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 to these 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 through it all

Training day, you could the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the
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 niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a
On top of skateboards, the of shotties
Shit bags and all that, to potties
I ain't a playa but my nine keeps 'em

And we don't run we hear
I just hit em' off with 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
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 they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off
Niggas me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

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

Knife work, stab you in the and the throat
And we don't leave 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 crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you dyin'

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