Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin Overseas

I'm in my rearview...
I can see a clearer of you.. (Konvict, Kon...)
(This is the remix!) I see you waiting, I you hate it...

Akon (Chamillionaire)]
I see them watching, waiting,
For an to ride up on me,
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cuz I'm ridin' dirty,
And if they stop me I might be to jail tonight!
I see watching, and waiting,
For an oppurtunity to up on me,
they don't roll up on me, cuz today I'm ridin' dirty, (Cheah!)
And if they stop me I might be to jail tonight! (C'mon!)

1: Chamillionaire]
I got twenty grand in my pocket and, I'm riding with my pockets crammed,
You the one got the contraband, you smokin' that like you in Amsterdam,
Before I know it, I see sirens, I'm pullin' over, "Hey, we just ridin'!",
"Don't talk back, be no violence, just shut up and sit in your seat in silence",
Now the police is searching who, they searching me and they searching you,
They smell the breeze and you smell trees, cuz you hit the blunt, and you hit the purple too,
Now the lie is irreversible, cuz you just told them we was clean,
They question you but they ain't question me yet, I'm the police ain't find a thing,
(Yup) Standing on the side of the freeway, wishing they just hurry up,
And I can see him walkin' up to me like he put me up in 'em cuffs,
I turn and I look at you, and you turn away like you feelin' sick,
I'm going to jail for what I didn't commit, I must admit that I a snitch...

Akon]
I see them watching, waiting,
For an to ride up on me,
Hopin' don't roll up on me, cuz today I'm ridin' dirty,
And if they stop me I might be going to tonight!
I see watching, and waiting,
For an oppurtunity to up on me,
Hopin' don't roll up on me, cuz today I'm ridin' dirty,
And if they stop me I might be to jail tonight!

[Verse 2:
Ever since they heard the song 'Ridin Dirty', the whole world listening, I'm glad you heard me,
Some cops that representing the badge me, every cop ain't bad or tryna scare me,
A later, after 'White 'n Nerdy', on the grind, still tryin', still flyin' birdies,
That stuff in your cuff still drivin' swervy, ridin' dirty like a inside the Derby,
A little inspired by UGK, and the rest by the life I'm living,
Seen that Impala, he was drunk and that's when I saw the red go get him,
And it's ironic that during the chase, he murdered Chase, and kid was Christian,
Movin' target went across the street and unfortunately the car didn't him,
And now the family is soon to know, that they gone to do another funeral,
The angels ain't singing to your no more, don't move too fast, baby, move it slow...
Cuz one day in here, baby... Next you know,
Next thing you know, everything you used to don't move no mo'!

[Hook: (Chamillionaire)]
I see watching, they waiting,
For an to ride up on me,
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cuz I'm ridin' dirty,
And if they stop me I might be to jail tonight!
I see watching, and waiting,
For an oppurtunity to ride up on me, (This is not a movie, it's life!)
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cuz I'm ridin' dirty,
And if stop me I might be going to jail tonight!

It's real life... It ain't just a song, a message....
Nobody ever opens their eyes 'till gets killed...
Rest In to Sean Bell....
man!