Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

there in front of the kids
I might as well your wig
'Cause just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' something to the
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' bullshit, man, it's dead props
in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors play, click the bottles

Cock them AK's, bust on
With the knuckle boy or the two and the Stic-Man
dead on your shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand

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

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

Yo, is not original
follow the radio
Niggas if you blow
Then you be on the TV show

is hypocritical
Crackas rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do they do
know freedom is powerful

Niggas is visual
If we see it, we it's true
Very few niggas make a
And even see it through

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

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

sing the blues
That's reminicin' the
But you say gawd is you
Niggas really hearing you

Crackas like to
Them a lie
say if you don't unionize
Then you'll die

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

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

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

Freedom fighter like Richard be
deep how the street knowledge beef
'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 when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or
Can ride the train or with the

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

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

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

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

We connected all
The north, the east, the west, the
And if a white boy say the
still get punched right in the mouth

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

All got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail rebel, my nigga
In the streets, similar to hell, my nigga
But we boss up and live well, my nigga

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