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 but to be a riiida
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point range 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 then cock my
Nigga trip come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in funeral singin you so long
The top that 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 on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a 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,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo'
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I ain't got time, to hear what said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they

(Chorus, 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 to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
trip 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 dough out, and roll out, the
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 shit u ain't before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

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

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit done
Think about I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
the torpedo shit 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 streets I'm like a catholic ya get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this calm
Bout to eat ya food up like free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 wit that pump (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 blank range and
I ain't to hear shit 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 trip I'll come for yo