Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That nigga Daz and Dub C in motherfucker
(What's nigga?)
Doing what we got to do, day all day
And if you didn't know, now you
So get it right,

Yah and it like that
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but gangsta
WC, Daz, Daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but shit

Just ridin'
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

ridin' high
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
on, don't trip, don't trip

It's like chill, why do we to fool and get ill
On what we call the dollar, dollar
You can get killed for that job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I the dollar, dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like when he shot steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the
coke or weed, pills

You got pinky when the cup of blood got
Shit luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier ever
What I see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your
Recognize the real side ride and kill
Just for

Just high
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

Just high
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, trip

Chronic's in the bag all day
Blue [unverified] six with called [unverified]
Age sixteen, I'm tired of mom's mouth
"Motherfucker get a job or get ya ass out"
A little seed, influenced by the G's
Strong bombing, pistol whipping and niggas for cheese
It's the method, barrel start by the jail

Wreck a long one [unverified] the real stretch
A packing millimeters
And when I'm to doing a third
I got more stripes then a zebra
Will I and make it out of the ghetto but will I die?
Only God nigga but for now I just know I'm just

ridin' high
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

Just ridin'
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

You got the upper hand, take and take command
Get your blast with and cut the bullshit
I the need the in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm 'em, don't worry
like a dream or a storybook, a born crook
Shook all the that snitch, now I'ma black book

It took a while, so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be when I'm a child
by negativity
Running and stealing, running from
like a mystery
Drugs, bitches to county jails,
My background history 'cuz the game is so

Now what's the remedy, should we strive, the streets is me
Or we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me?
activity, crack sales are killing me
(A or syllables said really fast)
Just
I'm tired of living the life of

Just
The life of the deaf, and blind
chill
Why do we to fool and get ill
Don't
It's all about the dollar, dollar

ridin' high
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, trip, don't trip

Just high
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, trip, don't trip

You motherfuckers wanted to what the gang was all about
And now you know, you ain't got to no further
WC and nigga Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, shit
Sucka, 98-97 99-2G,

What? What? Hey
What? What? Hey
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