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 with the 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 cock my shit
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 bottles the whole up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a clip
Catch you your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** click
syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't
You done yo' mind, bumped yo' head
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 done 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
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then my shit
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 dough out, and roll out, the
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin u ain't seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

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

(Chrous, 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 shit I'm supposed to be
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya 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 a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free
The parkin lot support supply when I pop trunk
ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 wit that pump (BITCH)

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 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 I'll for yo head