Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That nigga Daz and Dub C in this
(What's nigga?)
Doing what we got to do, day all day
And if you didn't know, now you
So get it right,

Yah and it goes that
shit, nuttin' but gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, but gangsta shit
WC, Daz, Daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin' but shit

Just ridin'
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

Just ridin'
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
on, don't trip, don't trip

It's like chill, why do we have to and get ill
On we call the dollar, dollar bill?
You can get killed for that job and wheels
Oh my, oh my, I the dollar, dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like [unverified] when he shot
Put the blame up on you and be out with the
coke or weed, pills

You got pinky when the cup of got spilled
Shit luck, there ain't no refills
I'm deadlier then ever
What I got'll see through your shield
you breakdown with your bills
Recognize the real side that'll ride and
for sure

Just ridin'
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

Just high
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, trip

Chronic's in the bag all day
Blue [unverified] six with called [unverified]
Age sixteen, I'm of hearing mom's mouth
"Motherfucker get a job or get ya ass out"
A wild seed, influenced by the G's
Strong bombing, pistol and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, start by the jail

Wreck a long one [unverified] the real stretch
A packing millimeters
And when I'm to doing a third
Nigga I got more stripes a zebra
I live and make it out of the ghetto but will I die?
Only God knows but for now I just know I'm just

ridin' high
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, trip

Just high
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

You got the upper hand, control and take command
Get your blast over and cut the bullshit
I the the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm 'em, don't worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook, a crook
Shook all the bustas snitch, now I'ma black book

It a while, being so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be when I'm a child
Overshadowed by
and stealing, running from security
Something a mystery
Drugs, bitches to jails, penitentiaries
My background history the game is so trickory

Now the remedy, should we strive, the streets is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell shit's me?
activity, crack sales are killing me
(A bunch or said really fast)
Just
I'm of living the life of crime

Just
The life of the deaf, dumb and
chill
Why do we have to and get ill
Don't
all about the dollar, dollar bill

Just ridin'
(Just high)
ridin' by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

Just high
(Just high)
Just by
(Just by)
Come on, don't trip, don't

You motherfuckers wanted to know what the was all about
And now you know, you got to look no further
WC and nigga Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta
Sucka, 98-97 99-2G,

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