Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker
(What's nigga?)
Doing 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, but gangsta shit
shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit
WC, Daz, Daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but shit

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

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

It's like chill, why do we to fool and get ill
On what we the dollar, dollar bill?
You can get killed for that job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I the dollar, dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like [unverified] when he steel
Put the up on you and be out with 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 side that'll ride and
Just for

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

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

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

Wreck a long one [unverified] the stretch marks
A juvenile millimeters
And when I'm close to 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 I'm just

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

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

You got the upper hand, take control and command
Get your blast with and cut the bullshit
I the need the chips in a
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 I'ma black

It took a while, being so it's hard to smile
Hard living, to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by
Running and stealing, running security
like a mystery
Drugs, bitches to county jails,
My background history the game is so trickory

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

Just
The life of the deaf, dumb and
chill
Why do we to fool and get ill
trip
It's all about the dollar, bill

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

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

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

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