Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Ryder

(Adam made the beat slide)
(Goddamn, BJ with one)

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another
bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin' shame, me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change, with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don't no games, we quick to pin him, yeah

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey in the North
I'm down to kill a whole when my feelings involved
I'm to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
That's why I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on me down

I'm a rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them red
Where I go, them hitters
on my ass, but I know the game that's played

On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me,
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls-Royce screamin', "Gang," I know you me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty, I done spent four million and a half just for the zipper
Lay bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' the fuckin' K's with him
Don't give a fuck how I turn out once his mans with him
I'm quick to jump out with my glaow, they gon' with him

Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey in the North
I'm down to kill a house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I my brothers one call
That's why I'm singin' all my pain, they on tearin' me down

I'm a rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his
You know stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the that's played

Everywhere I pull up, all these hoes, wanna know where Top is
Motherfuck a show, I my tape, now where my fuckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch, I shoot, a nigga can't stop
I'm 38

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga,
I'm a fuckin' problem, pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game played

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, victim
bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, trace, another record
a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin' shame, me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change, with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I my thing, I let it bang, don't play no games, we quick to pin him