Luyện nghe bài hát Ridaz

Yes! Yes! Welcome!
(Thug throw yo turf in the air!)
up in this bitch!
(Throw yo in the air!)
the Ke, DMG, yes!
Let's kick this anthem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of my niggas
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip vagina
(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 it get hot snitch we ridin' on ya

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

I said the muthafuckin' Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', heard 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 squeeze

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

All of my Ridaz
Small grindas, pimps 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
Small 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 a Y.G. who snuck 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, pupils dilated, nigga hog in barb wire

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

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

Task be lookin' at me funny, know I'm a happy
Gats be hungry, on niggas like DMX
Beat bitches like PMS and ridin' a BMX
Flippin' GA checks at yo set, grab the
By his muthafuckin' neck, be fooled by the Rolex!

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

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

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

200 percent, snow white Coca-Cola
Straight Yola all the way the Bay to Minnesota
What you know 'bout, this 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 wit killas wit seven figgas
Psycos, drinkin' the bottles of nitro, now it was

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