Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

[Slay
How many wanna play now? It get wit the shades
down, you know Slay and Black now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2
Muthafuckas betta out the way now, that foolishness
I'm you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips
Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig
guns, me and my doggs 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 - Take It Outside
You gone die - Take It
You gone cry - Take It
It Outside, Take It Outside

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

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16
Take em home, and em all in 16 minutes
(haha don't know)
Muthafuckas you 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, peep dude
who can spit it than me?
Ever a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he gotta on (vest on)
walk up to yo dogg witta dress on
and spittin some shit, that'll split you at the
chest (chest bone)
You fuckin wit the wrong
We gotta army of niggas who don't give a who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
Think a game, but it aint, Black 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 thugged to wit this chick
Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, up
Mean mug on my grill, Like I give a fuck
Who what, they get stuck
I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit
up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband
understand the game cold but got when it met me
I came to put it down, put ya where 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
Traci represented is you warin or what?