Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' High

That nigga Daz and Dub C in motherfucker
(What's nigga?)
Doing what we got to do, day all day
And if you know, now you know
So get it right,

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

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

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

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

You got pinky when the cup of got spilled
Shit outta luck, there no refills
I'm more deadlier then
What I got'll see through your shield
Show you breakdown with your
Recognize the real side that'll ride and
Just for

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

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

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

Wreck a long one the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing
And when I'm close to doing a
Nigga I got more then a zebra
Will I live and it out of the ghetto but will I die?
Only God knows nigga but for now I just know I'm

Just high
(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

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

It took a while, so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be grown I'm a child
Overshadowed by
Running and stealing, from security
like a mystery
Drugs, bitches to jails, penitentiaries
My background history 'cuz the is so trickory

Now what's the remedy, should we strive, the is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell forgiving me?
Criminal activity, crack sales are me
(A bunch or syllables said fast)
chill
I'm tired of the life of crime

Just
The life of the deaf, dumb and
chill
Why do we to fool and get ill
trip
It's all about the dollar, bill

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

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

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

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