Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and Banner
Sucka Free Mix
Song:
by: [email protected]

David

I'm a place
Where You gotta let yo' nutz

Where them crakas used to cut stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts

Right there in front of the

I might as well split Whig
'Cause just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' to the kids
Like Sojourner, Man, the

Fuck a
? I but you in doubts ?
And go "Woof"

He ain't
pledge

There's a up in the Busch
Or a stank up in the White

Shootin' board
Man, it's props
Here in
But hit this

Warriors come
the bottles

Cock AK's (YEAH!)
Bust on (YEAH!)

With the boy
Or the Two
And the

Given Dead on your
Like a
You a Man
Nigga, Stand

it hurt
'Cause you
a Nigga, dog?

Don't it
'Cause you
Ain't a Nigga,

(YEAH!)

Don't it
'Cause you
Ain't a Nigga,

Country boys, boys
Cadalacs, Rolly
Whatever...long as we

Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long a
Now we Ridin'

Prez:

Yo'

Niggas is not
follow the radio
Niggas think if You
Then You gotta be on the TV

Crackas is
will rob and shit on You
'Cause see You do they do
They freedom is powerful

Niggas is visual
If we see it, we think true
few niggas make a move
And less'll see it through

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

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

Niggas sing the
That's reminicin' the
But You say GAWD is You
ain't really hearing You

Crackas to capitalize
crackas a lie
They say if You don't
You'll probably die

I hate callin' niggas
So I'ma take it
I ain't got now for whithey
I love crackas (CRACKAS!)

Country boys, city
Cadalacs, Royce
Whatever...long as we

girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the
It's a long a
Now we Ridin'

Kweli:

Yeah!

I myself real

'Cause be
on the floor
And they
My
Show You the block
Is a of me
Freedom
Richard Carter be
It's how the street knowledge beef
it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not

Now why do I call
A
You ask me
Who's got my
When the cops me
Ya'll can

Can the train
Or with the

they call You
Nigga scared of You
fearin' You
So
If is gone
Be fearing
Then what the
I have to be

Now

It's a badge of
And say that
upsurd
It's than
Just a
We the shit
Like it's a

Pass it down
Generations,
Cuss You out and say it
The generation
Of
To Our Nuts and
Say it
Country Niggas or Niggas
Tupac Niggas or Biggie
In the coridor, or door,
And all my Mississippi
We
All
The North, the East, the West, the
And if a white boy say the
He'll get punched
Right in the

Country boys, boys
Cadalacs, Rolly
Whatever...long as we

Pretty girls, boos
On the boulevard, in the
a long a walk
Now we Ridin'

2x]

All got for You
Is a my Nigga
want You
Dead or in
Rebel my Nigga

In the
It's to Hell
My
But we Boss up
And live
My