Luyện nghe bài hát Ryden Dirtay

These to cool to ryde dirty
They Ryde
See basically, uhh, everyday when you up in hood
You gotta look at yourself in the
And make 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 have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the
I know what your preference is
Mothafucka but ya better your heat
And if the pig pull you
You hesitate to pull off on his ass

15 trucks baby
in the roll
From the 7 East to the southwest side

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

I'm tryin' not to the Rock and Rye
With the bump face twitch in my eye
Blowin' cane all up off the dash
Bullet out the yay for that night of cash
Ryden
Till I flip Birtay
But hey like

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

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

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

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

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

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

WOOP
Look up in the view
Shit, man
It's the pigs in
Start to get wait i'm though
It's officer Ham Huffer cop on the
As he
I down the window
we go
Two grams of heron and indo
Get the on
pig
That's the
Of Ryden

There no sunshine
When ya dirty
Always
Slidin'
Ya drops
a Cop
Give a dap to the
And ya take knot
The feelin' is when the deed is done
free and ya didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you ain't
You played the
Rydin' boy I tell ya
nothin' the same (come on now)

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 tryin' to slang J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

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