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

(50 Cent)

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

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** click
Like syphillis b**** you with this
(SLow motion) loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't
You done lost yo' mind, yo' head
Try to my shine but I got bread
And I got time, to hear what they said
When I catch cowards I'm a buss they head

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank and fiiiya
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 shit then cock my
Nigga trip I'll for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you I'm raw
Big ass check, dey our score
Pull the out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

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

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy with the boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
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 then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this ain't done
Think what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo 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 like a catholic ya can' get (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
Bout to eat ya food up like free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto 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 with the boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head