Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Ridaz

[Intro-Layzie
Yo we
What?!
This is.....(Im' a rida)
another Production (Im' a str8 rida)
(Im' a str8 rida) Thugs (Im' a str8 rida)

Ay move, that's nigga right there dawg,(we str8 ridaz)
thats the nigga that was talkin shit at the club dawg, watch out...

[Verse 1-Layzie
When I am yeah Im' baby gettin down with the best of them,
You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the of them,
Thats what you expect from them, the thug nigga this bone,
Whup him like he something, I beat him like Im' Roy Jones,
And I thought I told you life is quick and better get up and get the cash,
Quick to mash, nigga be em' slip and pass, number one is up for grabs,
Im'a be the victor man, strong arm, take the shit man, I was the beater man,
Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the dawg,
Kickin' ass and names, on a whole 'nother level dawg,
Grown a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers
Brought up in the projects, now we ballin'
H2s and Escalades, customized, made
to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid
Naw I ain't to change, I'ma just continue grindin'
Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily

[Hook - Bizzy X 2
or die..
Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm to get the battle on
or die..
Waitin' for war, for warfare

[Verse 2 - Krayzie
A nigga got a flow so sick, my shit is in critical condition
And if there's a for this, I don't need a fixin'
Gimme a blunt and let me that shit, man hit that shit
We ain't smokin', no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
My nigga, just back with me, it's the thugs
That's runnin' motherfucker so bitch answer to us
We the man, we the one
That this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged shit
We ain't heat, tokin', fuck with me killer, fuck a bitch
I must admit niggaz, they caught on quick
Broads is gettin' pretty jealous they all on dick
Battle you a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine
Millimeter heater, the breathin' and stop the bleedin'
Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, released to the streets
Paper chasin' player haters get pussies underneath, when I creep
So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I through blazin'
With my and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog

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[Verse 3 - Bizzy
Resurrection of the radical, none of rappers compatible
Ready for combat, fanatical, never tattle
Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up stains, grievance
And I done seen about everything in the but Jesus
I been to Armageddon, under war, one
Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the
My shit's maniacal, drink until I spit up bile
Livin' this life, la vida loca
Baggin' that (cola), poppin' that Motorola soldier
This shit is sizzlin', are whistlin', bitch
I am the master of my destiny, no De Lilo
And no Jezebel, my say don't let them broads stress me
I need the of the spirits, I am the lamb
These niggaz gon' it, corrupt it again, hmmm
It's the of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards
or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life niggaz

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