Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

I'm from a
Where you gotta let yo' hang
Where crakas used to cut your stomach open
to let your fuckin' guts hang

Right there in front of the
I might as well split wig
'Cause that's what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat
Spreadin' to the kids
Sojourner, man, the truth

Fuck a 'Creek, I
But you in and go "Woof"
He dead, what pledge
a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead
Here in but hit this hi-lo
Warriors play, click the bottles

Cock them AK's, on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the
Given on your shirt like a wristband
You a man, nigga, stand tall

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

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

Yo, is not original
follow the radio
Niggas think if you
you gotta be on the TV show

Crackas is
Crackas rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do what do
They freedom is powerful

is very visual
If we see it, we think it's
Very few make a move
And even less'll see it

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

Niggas rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a on you
Niggas is having
Crackas is having

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

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

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

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
Kweli be showin' on the floor
And policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a of me

Freedom fighter like Carter be
It's deep how the street beef
it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not

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 the Caddie

they call you, nigga they scared of you
They you so actually
If is gone, be fearing niggas
Then that's what the I have to be now

a badge of honor
And some say shit's absurd
It's than just a word
We flip the shit it's a bird

Pass it down through
Then cuss you out and say it
The first of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it

Country niggas or city
Tupac niggas or niggas
In the corridor, floor or
And all my niggas

We all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the
And if a boy say the shit
He'll still get punched in the mouth

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

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

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