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 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 load my shit then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so
The top that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' we 'gon 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 throw a song 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,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo'
Try to stop my shine but I got
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 you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
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
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
trip I'll 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 out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or
I'm in the store shit u ain't seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin start worryin
The keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream
I let that thing off, turn to T-Wolf
I a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape
Niggas on some ape shit, all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian 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 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 I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit done
Think about I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
the torpedo shit 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 a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't
Kid rocks a when 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 with the 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
I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head