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

(50 Cent)

have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block
pop hollows 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 on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** click
Like b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo'
Try to my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear they said
I catch them 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 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
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 out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to
I a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I in some ape shit
Niggas on ape shit, they 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 but to be a riiida
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
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon load my then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya on Bun
Then the shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up he sat in the sun
I'm my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like free lunch
The lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya cross the settle cuz the shit don't 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 you boy with the toaster boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
I tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head