Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

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

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

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 White
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's props
in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the

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

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

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

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

Crackas is
Crackas rob and shit on you
see you do what they do
They know freedom is

Niggas is very
If we see it, we think true
Very few niggas a move
And less'll see it through

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

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

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

like 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 for Whithey
I callin 'em crackas

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

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

Freedom fighter Richard Carter be
It's how the street knowledge 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 when the cops me
New York, L.A or
Can ride the train or the Caddie

When they you, nigga they scared of you
They fearin' you so
If crack is gone, be niggas
Then what the fuck I have to be now

a badge of honor
And some say that shit's
It's than just a word
We flip the shit it's a bird

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

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

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

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

All got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail rebel, my nigga
In the streets, similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna up and live well, my nigga

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