Luyện nghe bài hát Rider II

(50 Cent)

GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

(Chrous, 50 Cent)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I approach you boy with the boy
Get to point blank range and
I ain't tryin to shit I'm supposed to be rich
get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
trip I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your singin you so long
The top that rock product the block gotta
Then pop then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck this
(SLow motion) loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still sign
You lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got
And I ain't got time, to hear what said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my
Nigga trip I'll come for yo

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you I'm raw
Big ass check, dey our score
Pull the out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five degrees or more
My do' a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't before
card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream
I let that thing off, then turn to
I drive a ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape
Niggas on some ape shit, all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a boy
I got no but to be a riiida
I approach you boy the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm 'gon my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna a gun
Let tha beam tan him up he sat in the sun
I'm bout my bread, hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't
Bout to eat ya food up like free lunch
The parkin lot support supply when I pop that
Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit
Hit 16 wit that pump (BITCH)

I done you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a
I you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my
Then I'm load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo