Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

Right there in of the kids
I might as well your wig
'Cause just what the master 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, pledge
a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the White
Shootin' board bullshit, man, dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this
Warriors play, click the bottles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas will rob and on you
Crackas will drop a on you
is having funerals
Crackas is having

Niggas the blues
That's reminicin' the
But when you say is you
Niggas really hearing you

like to capitalize
Them a lie
They say if you don't
Then probably die

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

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, long as we
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 Kweli be showin' on the
And policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a of me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see, all got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my