Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That nigga Daz and Dub C in this
(What's nigga?)
Doing what we got to do, 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, nuttin' but shit

Just ridin'
(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

It's like chill, why do we have to and get ill
On what we call the dollar, dollar
You can get killed for that job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I love the dollar, dollar
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 got spilled
Shit outta luck, ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier ever
What I got'll see through your armor
Show you breakdown with bills
Recognize the real side that'll and kill
Just for

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

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

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 seed, influenced by the G's
Strong bombing, pistol and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the

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

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

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

You got the hand, take control and take command
Get your blast with and cut the bullshit
I the the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm having 'em, worry
Sorta a dream or a storybook, a born crook
all the bustas that snitch, now I'ma black book

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

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

chill
The life of the deaf, dumb and
chill
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, don't trip, don't

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

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, 99-2G, whoo

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