Luyện nghe bài hát Ridaz

Yes! Yes! Welcome!
(Thug niggas yo turf in the air!)
Smoke-A-Lot up in bitch!
(Throw yo in the air!)
the Ke, DMG, yes!
Let's this anthem shit

All of my niggas
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron or wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

I'm always into somethin'
If I can't yo ass then I'm dumpin'
Give a the pumpkin head deluxe
come back an' shoot up they whole fuckin' function

We funkin' rootin'-tootin', on blunts
Wit skunk until a malfunction
Get in the and punch it
Niggas be for nothin'

Fuckin' the game, another done lost his name
For side bustin' somethin', puffin' I put it up in the air
You niggas to die hustlin', I'm fuckin' wit playas from everywhere
From Las Vegas to on down to there

I'm a thousandaire bitches, draggin' em down
The strip juss by hair like, "Oh dear!"
Where the is money? Don't go there
I yo ass stuck, hungry starvin'
In the middle of no where I swear

Cut off your privilege like
Section 8, stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah, then be straight
off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
nigga!

All of my Ridaz
Small time grindas, pimps and big
it's heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

All of my niggas
Small time grindas, and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

Go the twitchin', missin', my mission I vision the hit
Suckas watchin' yo mental mix is gettin' twisted
Who is In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block 'til it get hot we ridin' on ya

Bitch we Ridaz, remind ya niggas high
If I introduce you to the ditch, you wanna die is the hit
Smoke, drank already lit caulkin' my
Who you you fuckin' wit?

I said recognize the Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss heard poppin' by the
Who flipped you in the river, did you see G
In the O by the

Flippin' this A-G-2-A muthafuckin' Ke you best
We rob yo spot, why not? We Rap-A Lot
Owe us paper, there's no reason for us to not glock
Posted wit yo open, hopin' that I don't squeeze

Wit a swift up to his knees
Say where the
We Ridaz!

All of my Ridaz
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron or wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

All of my niggas
Small time grindas, and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

I'm juss a Y.G. who snuck in the shacks
Scramblin' wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt
Killas wit hands on they gats, muthafuckin' fo' hire
Mobb attire, pupils dilated, nigga hog in barb wire

Torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers put his on fire
Then escape juss like McGuyver wit the driver
Live and direct the projects that be gated on some made shit
Outlaw affiliated! He to spray wit gages

Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white
Niggas who like doe, I get off
Fuck a write-off, tax free money
Deliver 'em a up inside a Taxi honey

Task be at me funny, know I'm a trigga happy
be hungry, barkin' on niggas like DMX
Beat bitches like PMS and flee a BMX
Flippin' GA at yo set, grab the promoter
By his muthafuckin' neck, don't be by the Rolex!

All of my Ridaz
Small time grindas, pimps and big
Whether it's or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

All of my niggas
Small time grindas, and big timers
Whether it's heron or hemp wit
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

Who in the muthafuckin' hell, nothin' but Regime
Southside affiliated wit big ballers
Killers, who live in mansions off the
Lunitiks, shippin' in bricks after

200 percent, pure snow Coca-Cola
Straight Yola all the way the Bay to Minnesota
What you know 'bout, this Mob rida
Dumpin' off on yo 4 and 5 timer

Yuk, I think it's time we fuck muthafuckas up
Show these up, straight up drama uncut
Fuck they mamas, they wit killas wit seven figgas
Psycos, drinkin' the bottles of nitro, now it was

That me that he got '5 On It' and I believed that
And now you believe it too
I will shoot, murder up you and you we Ridaz!