Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

there in front of the kids
I might as well your wig
'Cause that's just 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 stank up in the House
board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit hi-lo
come play, click the bottles

Cock AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the
Given dead on your shirt like a
You a man, nigga, stand tall

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

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

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

Crackas is
Crackas rob and shit 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

Crackas up the chemicals
they call us the criminals
Crackas all the loot
And we just get the

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

Niggas sing the
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
Then you'll die

I callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma it backwards
But I got now love for
I callin 'em crackas

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

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

Freedom fighter like Carter be
It's deep how the street beef
it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not

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

they call you, nigga they scared of you
They you so actually
If is gone, be fearing niggas
Then what the fuck I have to be now

a badge of honor
And say that shit's absurd
more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a

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

Country or city niggas
Tupac niggas or biggie
In the corridor, floor or
And all my Mississippi

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

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

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

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