Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

Right in front of the kids
I might as split your wig
'Cause that's just what the did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' to the kids
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
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead
Here in Chicago but hit this
Warriors come play, the bottles

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

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

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

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

Crackas is
Crackas will rob and on you
'Cause see you do they do
know freedom is powerful

Niggas is visual
If we see it, we think it's
few niggas make a move
And even see it through

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

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

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

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

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

Country boys, boys
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, as we ridin'
girls, ghetto boos
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 showin' on the
And policies, my philosophies
you that the block is a part of me

Freedom fighter like Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge
'Cause it ran 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

When they call you, nigga they of you
They fearin' you so
If crack is gone, be fearing
Then that's what the fuck I to be now

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

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

niggas or city niggas
Tupac 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 white boy say the
He'll still get punched right in the

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

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