Luyện nghe bài hát Rider II

(50 Cent)

GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

(Chrous, 50 Cent)

I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head

(50 Cent)

have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so
The top shotta that product the block gotta
pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't
I'm back on my bullshit a is a full clip
Catch you with your throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your
Like syphillis b**** you with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die mine
if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our
the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin u ain't seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream
I let that thing off, then to T-Wolf
I drive a ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, all get hit
Got the AK, Haitian flag on the clip

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, shit ain't done
about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna a gun
Let tha beam tan him up he sat in the sun
I'm my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this calm
Bout to eat ya food up thiss free lunch
The lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that (BITCH)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't tryin to shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head