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 that motherfucker Sheek 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 ducks you want lissome

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

240 pounds and I ain't to fight
And they don't make strong enough to lock me in
And your vest ain't thick to stop all ten
The sergeant be callin' up ya

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

Training day, you hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
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 got to feel a nigga

I my niggas, why wouldn't I?
Die for my motherfuckers, how I?
a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
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 it out with the precinct
Cops crooked, my niggas ain't nice see

'Cause the stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
When the come through 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 baby we can knuckle it up, I'm up for a brawl
S P and I done through it all

Training day, you hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
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 don't leave 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

Hey yo, now I know you niggas with 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 us a break
And let us know who rattin', I their bodies in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, on

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good to
Forty bricks a month, no account
Homicide and there, bitches in pajamas
Holdin' llamas in 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 they know we got the glocks on us poppin' 'em off
call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

Training day, you could hear the
All the crooked like who you people jivin'
shots, shoot between the eyes
And bullets in the dome like all you cowards

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

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
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 Mob, L O X guerrilla niggas
Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to a nigga