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 you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I approach you boy 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 load my shit then cock my
Nigga I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in funeral singin you so long
The top shotta rock product the block gotta
pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't
I'm back on my bullshit a is a full clip
Catch you 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 loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind
if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo'
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I ain't got time, to hear what they
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 with the boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't tryin to 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

(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- hunnid degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin start worryin
The keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Porshe
I let that off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, 2008 shit
Hermaide on I stay in some ape shit
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 you boy with the toaster boy
Get to blank range 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 cock my
Nigga trip I'll for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't
Think about I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
the torpedo shit 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 can' get (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 bump
Kid rocks a when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (BITCH)

I told 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 shit 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 trip I'll come for yo