Luyện nghe bài hát Ridaz

Yes! Yes! Welcome!
(Thug throw yo turf in the air!)
up in this bitch!
(Throw yo in the air!)
the Ke, DMG, yes!
Let's kick anthem shit

All of my niggas
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron or hemp wit
I'm not a bitch on the sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

I'm always into somethin'
If I can't beat yo ass I'm dumpin'
a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe
Then back an' shoot up they whole fuckin' function

We funkin' rootin'-tootin', on blunts
Wit skunk a nigga malfunction
Get in the and punch it
Niggas be funkin' for

Fuckin' the game, another done lost his name
For bustin' fire somethin', puffin' I put it up in the air
You live to die hustlin', I'm fuckin' wit playas from everywhere
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to

I'm a thousandaire mackin' bitches, em down
The strip by they hair like, "Oh dear!"
Where the fuck is Don't go there
I leave yo ass stuck, hungry
In the middle of no where I swear

Cut off your privilege like
8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
By the end of 9-8, hell yeah, I'll be straight
off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
nigga!

All of my Ridaz
Small time grindas, and big timers
it's heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a on the strip sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

All of my niggas
Small time grindas, pimps and big
Whether it's heron or wit China
I'm not a on the strip sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

Go inside the twitchin', missin', my mission I the hit
Suckas keep watchin' yo mental mix is gettin'
Who is In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
Servin' rocks on the block it get hot snitch we ridin' on ya

Bitch we Ridaz, remind ya that high
If I introduce you to the ditch, you wanna die is the hit
Smoke, drank lit caulkin' my shit
Who you you fuckin' wit?

I said recognize the Mobb hoe
I don't know nothin', juss poppin' by the door
Who you in the river, did you see G Mone
In the O by the

this A-G-2-A muthafuckin' Ke you best believe
We rob yo spot, why We Rap-A fuckin' Lot
Owe us paper, there's no reason for us to not glock
Posted wit yo mouth open, hopin' I don't squeeze

Wit a swift up to his knees
Say the cheese?
We Ridaz!

All of my Ridaz
Small grindas, pimps and big timers
it's heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin'
(Come on, on)

All of my niggas
time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron or wit China
I'm not a bitch on the strip vagina
(Come on, on)

I'm juss a Y.G. who snuck in the shacks
Scramblin' crack wit niggas who did more years than Pratt
Killas wit hands on they gats, murder fo' hire
Mobb attire, pupils dilated, hog tied in barb wire

Torture, squeeze a nuts wit plyers put his place on fire
Then escape juss McGuyver wit the get-away driver
Live and direct the projects that be gated on some made shit
Outlaw affiliated! He chose to wit gages

Baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white
who like doe, I get paid off
Fuck a write-off, tax free money
Deliver 'em a China up a Taxi honey

Task be lookin' at me funny, know I'm a happy
Gats be hungry, barkin' on niggas DMX
Beat bitches PMS and flee ridin' a BMX
Flippin' GA checks at yo set, the promoter
By his muthafuckin' neck, don't be by the Rolex!

All of my Ridaz
Small grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a bitch on the sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

All of my Ridaz
Small grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether heron or hemp wit China
I'm not a on the strip sellin' vagina
(Come on, on)

Who in the hell, nothin' but Regime Ridaz
Southside affiliated wit big ballers
Killers, who live in off the water
Lunitiks, in bricks after brick

200 percent, pure white Coca-Cola
Straight Yola all the way from the Bay to
What you 'bout, this Face Mob rida
off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer

Yuk, I think time we fuck these muthafuckas up
Show these muthafuckas up, up drama uncut
they mamas, they fuckin' wit killas wit seven figgas
Psycos, the bottles of nitro, now it was Yukmouth

That told me that he got '5 On It' and I that
And now you believe it too
Nigga I will shoot, up you and you we Ridaz!