Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that motherfucker Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, my heat in a radiator
I through 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 mercy for
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to wigs and their kids
I treat their face like I'm goin' to my
Ten to the left, six to the

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

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

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

work, stab you in the heart and the throat
And we don't leave 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 things but it just ain't
Only thing that when you die is what they thought of you

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

the block stay 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 hustlin' up
When it comes to these guns or these knives dog I'm you up
And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm up for a brawl
S P and I been through it all

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

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the
And we don't leave 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

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

And we run when 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 Street at, on

I said all the cops hate us and got a good reason to
Forty bricks a month, no 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 they do is the cop on us
See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us 'em off
Niggas call me the cab now I'm droppin em' off

Training day, you could hear the
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 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

Training day, you hear the sirens
All the cops crooked who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot the eyes
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