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 kick anthem shit

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)

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

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

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

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

Cut off your privilege like
Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah, then I'll be
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 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 or hemp wit China
I'm not a on the strip sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

Go inside the twitchin', missin', my mission I the hit
Suckas keep yo mental mix is gettin' twisted
Who is this? In the kitchen wit for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block 'til it get hot snitch we on ya

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

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 Ke you best 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 swift chopped up to his
Say the cheese?
We Ridaz!

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

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)

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

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

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

Task be lookin' at me funny, know I'm a happy
Gats be hungry, barkin' on 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
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

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

Who in the muthafuckin' hell, but Regime Ridaz
Southside affiliated wit big ballers
Killers, who in mansions off the water
Lunitiks, in bricks after brick

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

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

That 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!