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 choice but to be a
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point 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 shit then my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head

(50 Cent)

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

(Yung Buck)

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

(Chorus, 50 cent)

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 point blank range and
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 shit cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo

(Lloyd Bank$)

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

(Tony Yayo)

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

(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 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 load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this ain't done
Think about what 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 my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free
The parkin lot supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 wit that pump (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
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my
Nigga trip come for yo head