Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

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

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

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

Or a up in the White House
Shootin' bullshit, man, it's dead props
in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, the bottles

them 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 man, nigga, stand tall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now why do I myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my when 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
Then that's what the I have to be now

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

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

Country niggas or city
Tupac niggas or 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 get punched right in the mouth

boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, long as we
girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the
a long walk, now that 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 boss 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, it's to hell, my nigga
But we boss up and live well, my nigga