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 but to be a riiida
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head

(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 hollows 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 back on my a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die mine
if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I got time, to hear what 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 you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point range 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 load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga I'll come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our
Pull the out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u seen before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

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

(Chrous, 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 point 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 then cock my
Nigga trip come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this ain't 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 bout my bread, I'll hit ya for
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya get none (hahahahaha)
off for practice cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya up like thiss free lunch
The parkin lot supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit bump
Kid a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit pump (BITCH)

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 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 cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head