Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

I'm a place
Where you let yo' nutz hang
Where crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' hang

Right there in front of the
I as well split your wig
'Cause that's what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the

a 'Creek, I care
But you in and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what
There's a up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the House
Shootin' bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in but hit this hi-lo
come play, click the bottles

Cock them AK's, on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the
Given dead on your shirt a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, tall

Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really a nigga, dog?

Country boys, boys
Cadillacs, Rolly
Whatever, as we ridin'
Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a walk, now that we ridin'

Yo, niggas is not
Niggas the radio
Niggas think if you
Then you be on the TV show

is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and on you
'Cause see you do what do
They know freedom is

is very visual
If we see it, we think true
Very few make a move
And less'll see it through

make up the chemicals
Then they call us the
make all the loot
And we just get the

Niggas will rob and on you
Crackas will drop a on you
Niggas is funerals
Crackas is barbecues

Niggas the blues
That's the spiritual
But you say gawd is you
ain't really hearing you

Crackas to capitalize
crackas a lie
They say if you unionize
Then you'll die

I callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma it backwards
But I got now love for
I love 'em crackas

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, long as we
Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
a long a walk, now that we ridin'

Yeah, I call real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the
And they policies, my
Show you that the block is a of me

fighter like Richard Carter be
It's how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran a code inside of me
practical, not scholarly

Now why do I myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back the cops harass me
New York, L.A or
Can the train or with the Caddie

When they call you, they scared of you
They you so actually
If crack is gone, be fearing
Then that's what the fuck I to be now

It's a of honor
And some say that absurd
more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a

Pass it down through
Then cuss you out and say it
The first of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it

Country niggas or niggas
Tupac niggas or niggas
In the corridor, floor or
And all my niggas

We connected all
The north, the east, the west, the
And if a boy say the shit
He'll get punched right in the mouth

Country boys, city
Cadillacs, Royce
Whatever, as we ridin'
Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a walk, now that we ridin'

All they got for you is a cell, my
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we gonna up and live well, my nigga

You see, all got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my
But we boss up and live well, my nigga