Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

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

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

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

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

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot 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 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 things but it just affordable
Only thing that count when you die is what they of you

Kid through with 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 nice see

'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm it off
When the pigs come they medullas is off
I'm from dog you rude or you soft
If you say you a killer 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 we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a brawl
S P and I done through it all

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops like who you people jivin'
Head shots, between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you 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 niggas
you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

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

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

I said all the cops us and they got a good reason to
bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide here and there, bitches in
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 glocks on us 'em off
Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm em' off

Training day, you could the sirens
All the crooked like who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot 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 Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you got to feel a nigga

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

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