Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Ridaz

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

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

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

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or die..
Ain't wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
or die..
Waitin' for war, waitin' for

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

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

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