Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David
Sucka Free Mix
Song:
by: [email protected]

David

I'm a place
Where You let yo' nutz hang

Where crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your guts hang

Right in front of the kids

I might as well your Whig
'Cause that's what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' something to the
Sojourner, Man, the truth

Fuck a
? I but you in doubts ?
And go "Woof"

He dead
What

a stank up in the Busch
Or a up in the White House

Shootin' board
Man, it's dead
in Chicago
But hit hi-lo

come play
Click the

Cock them (YEAH!)
on KK's (YEAH!)

With the boy
Or the Two
And the

Dead on your shirt
Like a
You a Man
Nigga, Stand

Don't it
'Cause you
a Nigga, dog?

Don't it
you really
Ain't a Nigga,

(YEAH!)

it hurt
'Cause you
Ain't a Nigga,

Country boys, boys
Cadalacs, Rolly
Whatever...long as we

Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
a long a walk
Now we Ridin'

Dead

Yo'

Niggas is not
Niggas follow the
Niggas think if You
You gotta be on the TV Show

Crackas is
Crackas will rob and on You
'Cause see You do they do
They know freedom is

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

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

Niggas rob and shot on You
Crackas drop a bomb on You
is having funerals
Crackas is having

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 ?unionnize?
Then probably die

I hate callin' niggas
So take it backwards
I got now love for whithey
I love callin'em (CRACKAS!)

Country boys, city
Cadalacs, Royce
Whatever...long as we

Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long a
Now we Ridin'

Kweli:

Yeah!

I myself real

'Cause be
Showin' on the
And policies
My
Show You that the
Is a of me
Freedom
Like Richard be
It's how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a inside of me
It's practical, not

Now why do I myself
A
You ask me
Who's got my
When the harass me
can label

Can the train
Or the Caddie

they call You
Nigga scared of You
fearin' You
So
If CRACK is
Be Niggas
Then what the
I have to be

Now

It's a of honor
And some say
Shit's
more than
Just a
We flip the
Like it's a

Pass it through
Generations,
Cuss You out and say it
The generation
Of
To Our Nuts and
Say it
Country Niggas or City
Tupac or Biggie Niggas
In the coridor, or door,
And all my Mississippi
We
All
The North, the East, the West, the
And if a boy say the shit
still get punched
Right in the

Country boys, city
Cadalacs, Royce
Whatever...long as we

Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a a walk
Now that we

2x]

All got for You
Is a Cell my
They You
Dead or in
Without my Nigga

In the
It's to Hell
My
But we Boss up
And well
My