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 told you boy I'm a 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 shit then cock my
Nigga trip come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The in your funeral singin you so long
The top that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' 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 with your b**** throw a song to her dude is

(Yung Buck)

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

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear 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

(Lloyd Bank$)

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

(Tony Yayo)

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

(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 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 (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit 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 get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
Bout to eat ya food up thiss 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 when my shit
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (BITCH)

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 blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear 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 I'll come for yo head