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 the toaster 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 'gon load my then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo

(50 Cent)

I'll have your in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral you so long
The top shotta that rock the block gotta
Then pop then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we get it
The fo' fifth come the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a 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 stuck this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal 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 they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss head

(Chorus, 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 point blank 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 load my shit then cock my
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 roll out, the
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or
I'm in the store copin u ain't seen before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin then start
The FEDS keep the money we burryin
I'm in a loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then to T-Wolf
I drive a ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape
Niggas on ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian 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 point range and fiiiya
I tryin to hear 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 trip 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
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 ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot support when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (BITCH)

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 and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear 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