Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

Right there in 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 up in the White House
board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, the bottles

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

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

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, as we ridin'
girls, ghetto 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
you gotta be on the TV show

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

Niggas is visual
If we see it, we it's true
few niggas make 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 will drop a on you
Niggas is funerals
Crackas is barbecues

Niggas the blues
That's reminicin' the
But when you say is you
ain't really hearing you

Crackas like to
Them a lie
They say if you don't
Then you'll die

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

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, long as we
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

fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge
'Cause it ran like a code of me
practical, not scholarly

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 the train or with the Caddie

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

It's a badge of
And some say shit's absurd
It's than just a word
We the shit like it's a bird

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

niggas 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 white boy say the
He'll still get right in the mouth

Country boys, boys
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, as we ridin'
girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long walk, now 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 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 dead or in jail rebel, my nigga
In the streets, similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna up and live well, my nigga