Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin'

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

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

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

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

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

them AK's, bust on KK's
With the boy or the other 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, 'cause you ain't a nigga, dog?
it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?

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

Yo, niggas is not
follow the radio
Niggas think if you
Then you be on the TV show

Crackas is
Crackas will rob and on you
see you do what they do
They freedom is powerful

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

make up the chemicals
Then call us the criminals
Crackas make all the
And we just get the

will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will a bomb on you
Niggas is having
Crackas is barbecues

Niggas sing the
reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say is you
Niggas ain't really you

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

I hate niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it
But I got now for Whithey
I love '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 myself N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be on the floor
And they policies, my
you that the block is a part of me

Freedom fighter like Richard 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 back when the cops me
New York, L.A or
Can ride the train or with the

When call you, nigga they scared of you
fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, be niggas
Then what the fuck I have to be now

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

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

Country niggas or city
niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, or door
And all my Mississippi

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

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

All got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's to hell, my nigga
But we boss up and live well, my nigga

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