Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

[Slay
How many wanna play now? It get wit the shades
down, you know and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2
Muthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that
I'm tellin you yo crew get hit wit dem tools and clips
Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, get yo wig split
Black guns, me and my clap guns, don't be thinkin we jus rappin
You saw what happen, gun blastin
Squeezin off til I'm the one

2x
You gone ride - Take It
You gone die - It Outside
You cry - Take It Outside
Take It Outside, It Outside

Now if you ride or die, then try
but let me get high so my mind can fly
Because I'm just that kinda guy, wonder why
I'm so violent, because the N.L. in silent
in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep
187 will be yo beep beep
I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the
toe tag yo feet, yo
I ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya up
A nigga that'll ruff ya up
Like a car wash, I'll touch ya up
Cause I at ya'll like sittin ducks
Boy don't you understand I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and ghetto fans
At you was tellin me to keep it trill
But now they know is real
One hundred and eighty seven
I when my pockes were full of lent
All my real like next to kin
So testin me is like them, now what!
I guess it's buck time
I guess time for the second line
My cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you know what's on my mind

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How many muthafuckas can 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16
em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes
(haha they know)
Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them
from be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay and C, peep game dude
who can it better than me?
seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he gotta on (vest on)
walk up to yo dogg witta dress on
and start spittin some shit, that'll you at the
chest (chest bone)
You wit the wrong click
We army of niggas who don't give a fuck who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
Think it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon,
Sean, and C
Bustin on some of that shit

Nigga it outside, I was born to represent
Tru niggas gotta keep it to roll wit this chick
Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, up
Mean mug on my grill, Like I dont a fuck
Who want what, get stuck
I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit
Arms up, and around my hand, Tru Records
the game cold but got colder when it met me
I to put it down, put ya face where ya chest be
And I don't run, it's the place where you met me
Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me
I get up in yo face, nigga, so test me
to get at me, but try ya luck
I make niggas stutter and I leave em
When this track come on, watch em all get
Traci just represented is you or what?