Luyện nghe bài hát Ryden Dirtay

These rydas to cool to dirty
They Dirtay
See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in
You gotta look at yourself in the
And that decision
Either you gonn ride a square
Or you ride dirty like a Ryda
But Rydas are too cool for that
They Ryde
You see
You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha glove box
Or maybe a of weed taped to the engine
I know what your preference is
Mothafucka but ya better have heat
And if the pig you over
You hesitate to pull off on his ass

15 black baby
Rydin' in the
the 7 Mile East to the southwest side

Final
Clark summertime
Where bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine
I my wheel
I'm like the 4th back
punch of perkasets
And a Kool-Aid

I'm tryin' not to the Rock and Rye
With the freekshow face twitch in my eye
Blowin' cane dust all up off the
Bullet quick out the yay for night of cash
Ryden
Till I flip this
But hey it's

Summer
I deliver these
take it eaz
In the Keys
We'z take time
Carribean wine
With a of lime
In the
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to that J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

We ryden and dirty
On the of the D
ya head low
When you see me the heat
I'm comin' for your
And all fuckin' cash
So when you see us up
You hit the gas
And mash all out of this district,
and become my next victim bitch
'cause we rydin' the street
out windows
And we don't give a fuck who we really hit

I'm rydin' dirty a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that Foe Foe
Mo mo problems
Mo fuckin' weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of spray paint
I the line and put a K, you know
How we do when it come to outside ho's
Ryda rydin' dirty
And how I do
And nigga in my crew be the same way to

I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

Eight on the dot
Rydas at my
a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
Foe Foe ryde and smoke till the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo unless ya make some
Taste them
And let the 20 rim roll
I'm out of
Rydin' in my low low
We lookin' for that Barbeque
a lil' drank, a lil' weed
And that bitch you

WOOP
Look up in the rear
Shit, man
It's the in blue
Start to get wait i'm straight
It's Ham Huffer cop on the payroll
As he
I roll the window
we go
Two grams of and some indo
Get the on
pig
That's the
Of Dirty

ain't no sunshine
When ya dirty
creepin'
Slidin'
Ya drops
a Cop
Give a dap to the
And ya take your
The feelin' is good the deed is done
Home and ya didn't have to kill no one
you ain't dead
You played the
Dirtay boy I tell ya
Ain't the same (come on now)

I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

You see I'm an old school ryda
I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream
I'd slang my bags from
Yea you might get a mold, and bag of and fine pop from me mothafucka
And all the mutha in the hood knew it
When see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block
knew it was comin'
Sweet (heeey)