Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

Right there in of the kids
I might as well your wig
'Cause that's just the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the

a 'Creek, I care
But you in and go "Woof"
He dead, what pledge
a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the White
Shootin' board bullshit, man, dead props
in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors play, click the bottles

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

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

Yo, niggas is not
Niggas the radio
Niggas think if you
you gotta be on the TV show

Crackas is
Crackas rob and shit on you
see you do what they do
They freedom is powerful

is very visual
If we see it, we think true
Very few niggas make a
And even less'll see it

Crackas up the chemicals
Then they call us the
Crackas make all the
And we just get the

Niggas will rob and on you
Crackas drop a bomb on you
Niggas is funerals
Crackas is having

sing the blues
That's reminicin' the
But when you say is you
Niggas ain't hearing you

Crackas to capitalize
Them a lie
They say if you don't
Then probably die

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a of honor
And some say that shit's
more than just a word
We flip the like it's a bird

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

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

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

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

All they got for you is a cell, my
They want you dead or in without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we gonna up and live well, my nigga

You see, all they got for you is a cell, my
They want you dead or in without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my
But we gonna boss up and well, my nigga