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 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 I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have your in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so
The top that rock product the block gotta
pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we get it
The fo' come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full
Catch you with your b**** throw a to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your
syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind
Even if 50 drop me I still sign
You done lost yo' mind, yo' head
Try to stop my but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a 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
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo

(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- hunnid 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 said these niggas talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep 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 a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in ape shit
Niggas on ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done 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 tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit ain't done
Think what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, hit ya for crumbs
In the I'm like a catholic 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 supply when I pop that
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my dump
Hit 16 wit that pump (BITCH)

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 point blank range and
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm 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