Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

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

Now if you ride or die, then try
but let me get high so my mind can fly
Because I'm that kinda guy, people wonder why
I'm so violent, the N.L. move in silent
in words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep
187 will be yo last beep
I bring N.O. heat heat, to the streeets
toe tag yo feet, yo
I treat ya like a prostitute, and ya up
A nigga that'll ruff ya up
Like a car wash, I'll touch ya up
Cause I look at ya'll like ducks
Boy don't you understand I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta fans
At first you was 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 niggas next to kin
So testin me is like them, now what!
I guess it's buck ya'll
I guess time for the second line
My cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you already know on my mind

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
Take em home, and em all in 16 minutes
(haha don't know)
Muthafuckas you aint of me, Alotta them niggas
from be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game
who can spit it than me?
Ever seen a nigga blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he vest on (vest on)
Nigga walk up to yo dogg 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 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 shit

Nigga take it outside, I was to represent
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 want what, they get
I don't play around, in the back akin buck wit
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 place where 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 niggas stutter and I leave em stuck
When track come on, watch em all get buck
Traci just represented is you or what?