Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

Sean]
How many play now? It get dark wit the shades
down, you Slay and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2
betta stay out the way now, that foolishness
I'm tellin you yo crew get hit wit dem tools and clips
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 thinkin we jus
You saw what happen, gun blastin
off til I'm the last one

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

Now if you wanna or die, then try
but let me get high so that my can fly
Because I'm just that guy, people wonder why
I'm so violent, because the N.L. move in
in other words, I creep, put you to sleep sleep
187 be yo last 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 roughneck that'll ruff ya up
Like a quick car wash, I'll ya up
Cause I look at ya'll sittin ducks
Boy you understand that I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and ghetto fans
At first you was tellin me to it trill
But now know T-R-U is real
One hundred and seven percent
I remember when my pockes were of lent
All my real niggas like to kin
So me is like testin them, now what!
I guess buck ya'll time
I guess it's for the second line
My cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you already know on my mind

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How many muthafuckas can 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16
Take em home, and fuck em all in 16
(haha they know)
Muthafuckas you heard of me, Alotta them niggas
from be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Sean and C, peep game dude
who can it better than me?
Ever seen a nigga blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he vest 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 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 of that T-R-U shit

Nigga take it outside, I was born to
Tru niggas keep 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 back buck wit both
Arms up, and around my hand, Tru wristband
understand the game but got colder when it met me
I came to put it down, put ya face ya chest be
And I run, it's the same place where you met me
Slay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't me
I get up in yo face, nigga, so don't me
Hard to get at me, but try ya
I make niggas and I leave em stuck
this track come on, watch em all get buck
Traci represented is you warin or what?