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 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 trip I'll come for yo

(50 Cent)

I'll have nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral you so long
The top shotta that product the block gotta
pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm on my bullshit 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*** click
Like syphillis you stuck with this
(SLow motion) loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't
You done lost yo' mind, yo' head
Try to my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what 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 you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
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 cock my
Nigga trip I'll come for yo

(Lloyd Bank$)

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

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream
I let that thing off, then turn to
I drive a space ship, 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in ape shit
Niggas on ape shit, they 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 you boy with the toaster 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 shit then cock my
Nigga I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya on Bun
the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for
In the I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
Bout to eat ya food up like free lunch
The parkin lot support supply I pop that trunk
ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (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 point blank and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
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