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 didn't know, now you
So get it right,

Yah and it goes that
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, trip, don't trip

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

It's like chill, why do we to fool and get ill
On what we call the dollar, dollar
You can get killed for paint job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I the dollar, 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
outta luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier then
I got'll see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your
Recognize the side that'll ride and kill
Just for

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

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

in the bag rollin' all day
Blue six with [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 niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the

Wreck a long one the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing
And when I'm close to 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 just I'm just

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

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

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

It took a while, being so broke hard to smile
Hard living, 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 is so trickory

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

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

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

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

You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all
And now you know, you got to look no further
WC and nigga Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta
Sucka, 99-2G, whoo

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