Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

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

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

Now if you wanna ride or die, try
but let me get so that my mind can fly
Because I'm that kinda guy, people 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 last 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 car wash, I'll touch ya up
I look 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 you was tellin me to keep it trill
But now they T-R-U is real
One and eighty seven percent
I remember when my pockes were full of
All my real niggas next to kin
So testin me is testin them, now what!
I guess it's buck time
I it's 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 muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes
(haha don't know)
Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, them niggas
from Desire be, on the side of N-O
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game
who can spit it than me?
Ever a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
he gotta vest on (vest on)
Nigga walk up to yo dogg dress on
and start spittin some shit, split you at the
chest (chest bone)
You wit the wrong click
We gotta army of niggas who don't give a who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
it's a game, but it aint, Black Felon, Slay
Sean, and C
Bustin on some of that T-R-U

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