Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker
(What's nigga?)
what we got to do, every day all day
And if you know, now you know
So get it right,

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

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

Just ridin'
(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 the dollar, dollar bill?
You can get for that paint 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 the loot
Slang or weed, pills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You got the upper hand, take and take command
Get your blast over and cut the bullshit
I the the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm having 'em, don't
Sorta a dream or a storybook, a born crook
all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma black book

It a while, being so broke it's hard to smile
living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by
Running and stealing, from security
like a mystery
Drugs, to county jails, penitentiaries
My background history 'cuz the is so trickory

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

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

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

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

You wanted to know 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,

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