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 done told you boy I'm a boy
I got no choice but to be a
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank and fiiiya
I ain't to hear 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

(50 Cent)

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

(Yung Buck)

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

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon load my then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our
Pull the out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or
My do' block a or more
I'm in the store copin shit u seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin then worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Porshe
I let thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, 2008 shit
kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the

(Chrous, 50 cent)

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

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit done
Think about what do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit gimme a gun
Let tha tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss lunch
The parkin lot supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit
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 with the boy
Get to blank range and fiiiya
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 my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip come for yo head