Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

I'm from a
Where you let yo' nutz hang
Where them used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts

Right there in of the kids
I might as split your wig
'Cause just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' something to the
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 White
Shootin' board bullshit, man, dead props
Here in but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, the bottles

them AK's, bust on KK's
With the boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand

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

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

Yo, is not original
Niggas follow the
Niggas if you blow
you gotta be on the TV show

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

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

Crackas up the chemicals
Then call us the criminals
Crackas make all the
And we get the residuals

will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a on you
Niggas is having
Crackas is barbecues

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

Crackas like to
Them a lie
say if you don't unionize
Then you'll die

I hate callin' niggas,
So take it backwards
But I got now for Whithey
I love 'em crackas

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

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

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

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

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

It's a badge of
And some say that absurd
It's more than a word
We the shit like it's a bird

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

Country niggas or city
Tupac niggas or biggie
In the corridor, or door
And all my niggas

We all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the
And if a white boy say the
He'll still get punched in the mouth

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

All got for you is a cell, my nigga
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 to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my