Luyện nghe bài hát Street Riders

Game- Im feeling a muthafuckin boss bangin 2pac
high as a muthafuckin queens bitch
blowing on this purple haze feeling
sellin dough, snitch hood nigga principles and
byebye live by and die by
even im finger fuckin hoes finga on tha trigger
diamonds in ma crucifix feeling like a
open the doors of ma garage see that 92
for the cause dont leave home without the strap
know the map like the back of my hand I trap
see them and them street bikes
shining in the lights blowing on this peace pipe
welcome to the life.

Case me through the night,
man you better believe that im a street
Case me the night,
I keep it tucked in my cuz im a street rider uh-huh
im a hustler ghetto entrepreneur

and to money cars and hoes uh-huh
got my tucked and ready to draw uh-huh
better make a run screamin fuck the law

Game- The phantom cant hold me so I win ball a nigga
i switch beats like a fucking rough rider can mention suicide rims
niggas cant live it with it commit then wish cash on a hater
wish aids on a slut take the ride kill me cuz aint a bitch that i trust
im just rollin up this kush bout ta crash my girls truck her friend me
trying to it like the world cup see this cronic gets the h's paid
trying to hit the blunt she a cunt hit her once and call her ass next
see this bitches trying to stunt and these stay hating see ma watch
and cold bitch call that hoe sarah palin all my albums platinum nigga
thanx to the block voice raspy as ever nigga thanx to shots back reppin
nigga thanx to doc and these hoes in ma panamera thanx to some rocks.