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 but to be a riiida
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point 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 cock my shit
Nigga trip 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 rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows 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 verse is a clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your
Like syphillis you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind
Even if 50 drop me I wouldn't 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 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 approach you boy 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 then cock my shit
Nigga 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
the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or
I'm in the store copin u ain't seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin then worryin
The FEDS keep the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream
I let that thing off, then turn to
I a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, flag on the clip

(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 point range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
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 (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't
about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit 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 ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss lunch
The parkin lot support supply I pop that trunk
ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my 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 with the 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
trip I'll come for yo head