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 point blank 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 'gon load my shit then my shit
Nigga I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so
The top shotta that product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the spot up
The mo' paper the mo' 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**** a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** 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 sign
You done yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I got time, to hear what they said
When I them cowards I'm a buss they head

(Chorus, 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 point blank and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey our score
the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' block a or more
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 keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Porshe
I let that thing off, then to T-Wolf
I drive a ship, nigga 2008 shit
kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, 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 but to be a riiida
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to blank range 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 I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't
Think what 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 a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free
The parkin lot support when I pop that trunk
ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid a semi-auto when 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 approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point 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 shit then cock my
Nigga trip I'll come for yo