Luyện nghe bài hát Ridaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of my niggas
Small grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's or hemp wit China
I'm not a on the strip 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 inside the twitchin', missin', my I vision the hit
Suckas keep watchin' yo mental mix is twisted
Who is this? In the kitchen wit for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block 'til it get hot we ridin' on ya

Bitch we Ridaz, remind ya that high
If I introduce you to the ditch, you don't die is the hit
Smoke, drank lit caulkin' my shit
Who you think you wit?

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

Flippin' this A-G-2-A muthafuckin' Ke you believe
We rob yo spot, why We Rap-A fuckin' Lot
Owe us some paper, no reason for us to not glock
Posted wit yo mouth open, hopin' that I don't

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

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

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

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

Torture, squeeze a nuts wit plyers put his place on fire
escape juss like McGuyver wit the get-away driver
Live and direct from the projects that be gated on some shit
Outlaw affiliated! He chose to spray wit

the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
Niggas who like doe, I get off
Fuck a write-off, it's tax money
Deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi

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

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

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

200 percent, pure snow white
Straight Yola all the way the Bay to Minnesota
you know 'bout, this Face Mob rida
Dumpin' off on yo shit 4 and 5

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

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