Luyện nghe bài hát Ryden Dirtay

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

15 black baby
in the roll
From the 7 Mile East to the southwest

Final
Park summertime
Where them bitches ass in the sunshine
I grip my
I'm like the 4th truck
Lil' punch of
And a pack

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

Summer
After I these
I'ma it eaz
In the Keys
We'z gonna time
Carribean wine
With a of lime
In the
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 dirtay (Heeey)

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

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

I'm rydin' like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and nigga Foe Foe
Mo mo problems
Mo fuckin' weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of spray paint
I cross the and put a K, you know
How we do when it to them outside ho's
I'ma Ryda 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 tryin' to slang J
I be out dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang J
I be makin' all pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be to slang that 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 fo beef unless ya make some
Taste ho's
And let the 20 rim roll
I'm out of
Rydin' in my low low
We just for that Barbeque
With a lil' drank, a weed
And that with you

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

There no sunshine
ya dirty rydin'
Always
Hidin'
Make Ya
a Cop
Give a dap to the
And ya your knot
The feelin' is when the deed is done
Home and ya didn't have to kill no one
you ain't dead
You played the
Rydin' Dirtay boy I ya
Ain't nothin' the (come on now)

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 tryin' to slang J
I be all them 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 bags
Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop me mothafucka
And all the mutha fuckas in the knew it
When they see the mutha fucka come up the block
They it was comin'
time (heeey)