Luyện nghe bài hát Ryden Dirtay

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

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

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

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

Summer
After I deliver
take it eaz
In the Keys
We'z take time
Sippin' wine
With a twist of
In the
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 ryden (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 dirtay (Heeey)

We deep and dirty
On the of the D
ya head low
When you see me the heat
I'm comin' for jewels
And all your fuckin'
So you see us pull up
You hit the gas
And mash all out of district, bitch
Stay and become my next bitch
'cause we rydin' down the
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 and that nigga Foe Foe
Mo mo problems
Mo fuckin' weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' a can of black spray paint
I cross the line and put a K, you
How we do it come to them outside ho's
I'ma Ryda rydin'
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 ryden (Heeey)

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

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

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

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

You see I'm an old school ryda
I used to have a ice cream truck
I'd slang my bags from
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 come jinglin' up the block
knew it was comin'
Sweet (heeey)