Luyện nghe bài hát Ridaz

Yes! Yes! Welcome!
(Thug throw 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
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)

Nigga I'm into somethin'
If I beat yo ass then I'm dumpin'
a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe
Then come an' shoot up they whole fuckin' function

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

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

I'm a mackin' bitches, draggin' em down
The strip by they hair like, "Oh dear!"
Where the fuck is money? go there
I leave yo ass stuck, starvin'
In the middle of no fuckin' where I

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

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

All of my Ridaz
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)

Go inside the twitchin', missin', my I vision the hit
Suckas keep watchin' yo mental mix is gettin'
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 already lit caulkin' my
Who you think you wit?

I said recognize the Mobb 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 not? We fuckin' Lot
Owe us some paper, no reason for us to not glock
Posted wit yo mouth open, hopin' that I squeeze

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who in the hell, nothin' but Regime Ridaz
affiliated wit big timers ballers
Killers, who live in mansions off the
Lunitiks, in bricks after brick

200 percent, snow white Coca-Cola
Straight Yola all the way from the Bay to
What you know 'bout, this Face Mob
Dumpin' off on yo shit 4 and 5

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

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