Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Wanna be a Rider?

Chorus: (repeat 2X)

Do you be a rider?
Yeah, I be a rider
Are you for the power?
Yeah, I'm in for the power
Got 'cha gat beside ya?
They must evolve in
Do you by the hour?
Then the deal be sour

I'm a livin, breathin murder topic, but in the makin sales
bloody trails, loving that gunpowder smell
My type about to bring hell boy, flames to where you
My though, lickin it, got it and jump in get your kid
It's my word after the mid, she did bit on your live
Though, it on Christ, we can happen and deny
I get the cappin for the strise, have a like the hawk
And control as the evil men do, as if was a cup

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Picture my mind is full of wicked thoughts, the beasts
Where you niggas that me? May y'all rest in peace
I and lost man kind, so father forgive me
But its this thug in me got me want me kill my
Will I pay for all the pain that I can cause families?
to control myself, I'm pleadin in insanity
I'm beggin for my lives cause I'm hated for
I my step and now learn to appreciate every rep
I was born a killer, I've been from society
Fiend's on my side, so of you niggas can ever bother me
I try to be a better for my family
But I'm a sin, so label me a muthafuckin rider

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[Prime
Murder, murder, wonder was the I caught slippin?
Now I'm trippin, so that
I'm flag, best to get popped at
at a nigga in black, he did the cap
He's blamed it to the states and I can you what happened

Check my jacket, you gon' find slow frangin and
Pain to the or the nigga named Raymond
Got the habit, been to ride from day 1 ( Uno)
Death to the full of the made one

What you know about the powder to the powder, after hour
On the block, the glock cockers, dills go sour

Hit you in your headache spot my heat release
Suspects keeps the heat 'cause we riders

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[Lil' Gambino]
I'm stuck with mob ties and a matter of die survive
Look in my eyes, did shine nigga
I'm out to get mine, 45, my waist
I waited for my time, Gotti, I'm to ride
forgive me, for the sins who commit
But these bitch niggas are bout to be dealt
I'm out for show, bitch me, "Gun up for show." Hundred round drum
I'm bustin for fun, make it blood run
Duckin for fun, I live my on the run
But keep my in the pride, 'cause if I slip and I die
So niggas, I'm down to wit 'cha, get high wit 'cha

Because it No
Gotti Gambino]
Get to die wit 'cha

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