Luyện nghe bài hát Ryden Dirtay

These rydas to cool to dirty
Ryde Dirtay
See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in
You look at yourself in the mirror
And make decision
you gonn ride like a square
Or you gonna ride like a Ryda
But Rydas are too cool for shit
They Ryde
You see
You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the fuck glove box
Or maybe a of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what preference is
Mothafucka but ya better have your
And if the pig you over
You can't hesitate to off on his ass

15 black trucks
Rydin' in the
From the 7 Mile East to the southwest

Final
Clark summertime
Where them flaunt ass in the sunshine
I grip my
I'm the 4th truck back
punch of perkasets
And a pack

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

Summer
After I these
take it eaz
In the Keys
We'z gonna take
Sippin' wine
With a twist of
In the
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be out dirtay (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 dirtay (Heeey)

We deep and dirty
On the of the D
ya head low
When you see me pull the
I'm comin' for your
And all your fuckin'
So you see us pull up
You hit the gas
And mash all out of this district,
Stay and become my next victim
we rydin' down the street
Dumpin' out
And we don't give a fuck who we hit though

I'm dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that Foe Foe
Mo mo problems
Mo mutha 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 come to them outside
I'ma Ryda rydin'
And how I do
And every nigga in my be the same way to

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

o'clock on the dot
Rydas at my
Grab a bag of weed and a chrome
Foe Foe wanna ryde and till the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make
Taste them
And let the 20 rim roll
I'm out of
Dirty in my low low
We lookin' for that Barbeque
a lil' drank, a lil' weed
And bitch with you

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

There ain't no
When ya rydin'
Always
Hidin'
Make Ya
a Cop
Give a dap to the
And ya take your
The is good when the deed is done
Home and ya didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you dead
You the game
Rydin' 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 tryin' to that J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that J
I be out ryden (Heeey)

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