Luyện nghe bài hát Rider II

(50 Cent)

GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

(Chrous, 50 Cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
I tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon load my then cock my shit
Nigga I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya on
The choir in your funeral you so long
The top shotta that rock product the gotta
pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my a verse is a full clip
Catch you your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your
Like b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die mine
Even if 50 drop me I still sign
You lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I ain't got time, to hear what said
I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't tryin to hear I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga I'll come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you I'm raw
Big ass check, dey our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u seen before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin then worryin
The keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Porshe
I let that thing off, turn to T-Wolf
I drive a ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my
trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit ain't done
Think about I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for
In the streets I'm a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop trunk
Then ya cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (BITCH)

I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head