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 you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I ain't to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
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 tellin ya on
The choir in your funeral singin you so
The top shotta that rock product the gotta
Then pop 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 bullshit a verse is a full
Catch you your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your
Like syphillis b**** you with this
(SLow motion) loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they
When I catch them 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 with the boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

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

(Tony Yayo)

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

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a 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
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 (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit ain't done
Think about what 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 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 lunch
The parkin lot supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit bump
Kid rocks a when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit pump (BITCH)

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 point blank 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 my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head