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 baby
You see me say shit nigga
What, yo, hey yo

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

That's why I got mercy for pigs
Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their and their kids
I their face like I'm goin' to my safe
Ten to the left, six to the

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

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

Training day, you could the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you jivin'
shots, shoot between the eyes
And in the dome like 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 got to feel 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 comin' with a clip full of cop killers
Booted out decent
Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out the precinct
Cops stay crooked, my ain't nice see

'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm it off
the pigs come through 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 this hustlin' up
When it comes to these guns or knives dog I'm fuckin' you up
And we can knuckle it up, I'm always up for a brawl
S P and I been through it all

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

Knife work, stab you in the and the throat
And we don't leave till you 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 half a bodies
On top of skateboards, the of shotties
Shit bags and all that, to potties
I ain't a but my nine keeps 'em hotties

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

I said all the cops us and they got a good reason to
Forty bricks a month, no account
Homicide here and there, bitches in
Holdin' in they dairy-air, playin' the fun

We the 3 5 4 boys, if you one
All do is call the cop on us
See us in the hood know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off
Niggas call me the cab now I'm droppin em' off

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

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
Head shots, shoot between the
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 gargle or
And we Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a