Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

I'm a place
Where you gotta let yo' nutz
them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts

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

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the

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

Or a stank up in the House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's props
Here in but hit this hi-lo
Warriors play, click the bottles

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

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

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

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

Crackas is
will rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do what do
They know is powerful

is very visual
If we see it, we it's true
few niggas make a move
And less'll see it through

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

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

Niggas sing the
That's the spiritual
But you say gawd is you
ain't really hearing you

Crackas to capitalize
Them a lie
say if you don't unionize
Then you'll die

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

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

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

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

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 the train or with the Caddie

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

It's a badge of
And say that shit's absurd
It's more just a word
We flip the shit it's a bird

Pass it through generations
cuss you out and say it loud
The generation of muthafuckas
To grab our and say it proud

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

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

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, long as we
girls, ghetto boos
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 dead or in without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my

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