Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

I'm from a
Where you gotta let yo' hang
them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' hang

Right there in front of the
I as well split your wig
that's just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' something to the
Sojourner, man, the truth

Fuck a 'Creek, I
But you in and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what
a stank up in the Bush

Or a up in the White House
Shootin' bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the

Cock AK's, bust on KK's
With the boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, tall

Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,
it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really a nigga, dog?

boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, as we ridin'
Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a walk, now that we ridin'

Yo, is not original
Niggas the radio
Niggas think if you
Then you gotta be on the TV

is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and on you
'Cause see you do what do
They know freedom is

Niggas is very
If we see it, we it's true
Very few niggas a move
And even see it through

make up the chemicals
Then call us the criminals
Crackas make all the
And we just get the

will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will a bomb on you
Niggas is funerals
Crackas is having

sing the blues
That's reminicin' the
But you say gawd is you
ain't really hearing you

Crackas to capitalize
crackas a lie
They say if you don't
you'll probably die

I hate niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it
But I got now for Whithey
I love callin 'em

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long a walk, now we ridin'

Yeah, I call real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be on the floor
And policies, my philosophies
Show you that the is a part of me

Freedom like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a inside of me
It's practical, not

Now why do I myself a nigga, you ask me
got my back when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or
Can ride the train or the Caddie

When they you, nigga they scared of you
fearin' you so actually
If is gone, be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I to be now

It's a of honor
And some say that absurd
It's more than a word
We flip the shit like a bird

it down through generations
Then you out and say it loud
The first generation of
To grab our and say it proud

Country niggas or city
niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, or door
And all my niggas

We connected all
The north, the east, the west, the
And if a boy say the shit
He'll still get right in the mouth

Country boys, boys
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, long as we
Pretty girls, ghetto
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long walk, now that we

All got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and well, my nigga

You see, all they got for you is a cell, my
They you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we boss up and live well, my nigga