Luyện nghe bài hát Dirty Ryders

Yeah, yeah, yeah, up Looch
We did it shocks, no doubt
Yeah, still, ain't nothin'
It's a ghost baby
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 you out there I'm lettin' 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 their wigs and kids
I treat face like 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 cuffs strong enough to lock me in
And your vest thick enough to stop all ten
The be callin' up ya next-of-kin

But that, my guns gotta speech problem
They stutter when spit
Go through you when hit, my shit ain't got no manners
Chromed out sniper with 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 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 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?
Want a lot of things but it just affordable
thing that count 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
stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see

'Cause the block stay cookin' I'm it off
When the pigs come through they 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 it up, I'm always up for a brawl
S P and I done through it all

Training day, you could the sirens
All the cops crooked like who you people
Head shots, between 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 a nigga

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a
On top of skateboards, the of shotties
Shit bags and all that, back to
I ain't a playa but my nine 'em hotties

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 their in the
Middle of Manhattan, where Wall Street at, on

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

Training day, you hear the sirens
All the crooked like 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 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

day, you could hear the sirens
All the cops crooked who you people jivin'
Head shots, shoot between the
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 guerrilla
you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga