Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just 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 control and command
Get your blast over and cut the bullshit
I the need the in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm having 'em, worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook, a crook
Shook all the bustas that snitch, now 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
Something a mystery
Drugs, bitches to county jails,
My history 'cuz the game is so trickory

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

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

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

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

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

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