Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

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

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

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

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How many muthafuckas can 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
Take em home, and em all in 16 minutes
(haha don't know)
you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggas
from Desire be, on the of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, game dude
who can spit it better 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, split you at the
chest (chest bone)
You fuckin wit the click
We gotta of niggas who don't give a fuck who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
Think it's a game, but it aint, Felon, Slay
Sean, and C
Bustin on some of that T-R-U

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