Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

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

You know that Sheek Looch is a gladiator
Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a
I come through slow you out there I'm it go
I got fire for ya ducks you lissome dro'

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

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

But fuck that, my gotta speech problem
They stutter they spit
Go through you when they hit, my shit 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'
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 till you gargle or choke
And we Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a

I love my niggas, why I?
Die for my motherfuckers, how I?
Want a lot of things but it just ain't
Only thing count when you die is what they thought of you

Kid comin' with a clip full of cop killers
Booted out something
Up to light a blunt, out, and shoot it out with the precinct
Cops stay crooked, my niggas nice see

'Cause the stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the pigs through they medullas is off
I'm from dog you rude 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 dog I'm fuckin' you up
And baby we can knuckle it up, I'm up for a brawl
S P and I been through it all

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'

Knife work, stab you in the and the throat
And we don't leave till you gargle or
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 a bodies
On top of skateboards, the work of
Shit and all that, back 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 us a break
And let us know who rattin', I leave bodies in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, on

I all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
bricks a month, no account unbelievable
Homicide here and there, in pajamas
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 me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

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

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