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 know, now you know
So get it right,

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

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

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

It's chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
On we call 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 like [unverified] when he steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the
Slang or weed, pills

You got when the cup of blood got spilled
Shit outta luck, there ain't no
I'm more deadlier ever
What I got'll see through your shield
Show you breakdown with your
Recognize the real that'll ride and kill
for sure

Just high
(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

Chronic's in the bag all day
Blue six with [unverified] called [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, whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, start by the jail

Wreck a long one [unverified] the stretch marks
A juvenile packing
And I'm close to doing a third
Nigga I got more then a zebra
Will I and make it out of the ghetto but will I die?
Only God knows nigga but for now I just I'm just

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

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

You got the upper hand, control and take command
Get your blast over with and cut the
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 born
Shook all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma book

It took a while, so broke it's hard to smile
living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by
and stealing, running from security
Something a mystery
Drugs, bitches to jails, penitentiaries
My background history 'cuz the game is so

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

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

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

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

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

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