Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

[Slay
How many wanna play It get dark wit the shades
down, you know and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be out, 2 deep
Muthafuckas stay out the way now, that foolishness
I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem and clips
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 thinkin we jus
You saw what would happen, gun
Squeezin off til I'm the one

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

Now if you wanna ride or die, try
but let me get so that my mind can fly
Because I'm just that kinda guy, people why
I'm so violent, the N.L. move in silent
in other words, I creep, put you to sleep sleep
187 will be yo last beep
I that N.O. heat heat, to the streeets
toe tag yo feet, yo
I treat ya like a prostitute, and ya up
A roughneck that'll ruff ya up
a quick car wash, I'll touch ya up
Cause I look at like sittin ducks
Boy don't you understand I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and ghetto fans
At first you was tellin me to it trill
But now they T-R-U is real
One hundred and eighty percent
I remember when my pockes were of lent
All my niggas like next to kin
So me is like testin them, now what!
I guess it's buck ya'll
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 muthafuckas can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
Take em home, and fuck em all in 16
(haha don't know)
Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, them niggas
from be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay and C, peep game dude
who can spit it than me?
seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)
Eventhough he gotta on (vest on)
Nigga walk up to yo dogg dress on
and start spittin some shit, that'll you at the
bone (chest bone)
You fuckin wit the wrong
We army of niggas who don't give a fuck 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 T-R-U shit

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