Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that motherfucker Sheek is a gladiator
Like Crowe, with my heat in a radiator
I come through slow you out there I'm 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 wigs and their kids
I treat their like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the

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

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

Training day, you could hear the
All the cops like who you people jivin'
shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome 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 guerrilla
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 with a full of cop killers
Booted out something
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and it out with the precinct
Cops stay crooked, my niggas nice see

'Cause the block cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the pigs come they medullas is off
Where I'm from dog you rude or you
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

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

Knife work, you in the heart and the throat
And we don't till 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

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

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

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

Training day, you hear the sirens
All the cops like who you people jivin'
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 don't leave till you or choke
And we Black Mob, L O X guerrilla
you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga

Training day, you could 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 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