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 blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

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

(Yung Buck)

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

(Chorus, 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 hear shit I'm to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll 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 bout, the keys of war
I'm five hunnid degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store shit u ain't seen before
Black swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

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

(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 tryin to hear 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 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 shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha tan him up like he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a 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 the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit pump (BITCH)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and
I tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my
Nigga trip I'll for yo head