Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

Charli
cam

Charli I don't think they know that I'm
Let me 'em when I'm menstrul

Verse one:

I'm into don thing, karen
Don cornelius, don
down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using mack
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then wallace
Be in your wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's on trial
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, like '98
Connin' in they eyes, cats behind with they wife
Well then it's true, I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I cross the border
feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, chicks
With the shotguns to shot, through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, what I'm tellin' my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm up with blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
Some go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats want
And on clicks
Some
But life's a fucking

Verse two: baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck and slice chicks
Spotted on ice chips
click, we come through
Dumb crew, cats unable to come to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We parties, and sign our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with swiss and swiss accounts
Sippin' miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish
But I put 'em there, be careful you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to make you
you limp, when you walk
Outline in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz it, class be e, master p
'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While hoes be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be who the ebst
No shit, pull out the
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's nine before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
snitch
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch

niggas kiss
And some get
cats go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a fucking

niggas sniff
And some go
Some cats want
And come on
rich
But life's a fucking