Luyện nghe bài hát Ride Out

Ride out, big
Re-up, big
Gs up, blow
up, eyes closed
Ride out, big
Re-up, big
Gs up, blow
Freeze up, eyes

Young and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller
I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this is overnight, album four is like
Crippin' on my
Either or sellin' white
Brillo pad, the smoker's
My pistol cocked, you fight?
Say he wanna be a cuz, put his to the right
Bruh, ain't the eighties, mane
Niggas shootin' everything,
You know the we represent
Specialize in pistol
Shootin' out my momma's
Always got an clip
Top Dawg in bitch
Nigga's puttin' dicks inside your momma's momma's lips
all the witnesses, it ain't no fuckin' murder scene
Crips don't fuck with Crips oh now it's jeans that like the rival team
Wrong hat and shoes, put your ass on the dream
Heatin' up the summer 'til the fall, spring clean

Ride out, big
Re-up, big
Gs up, blow
Freeze up, eyes
out, big smoke
Re-up, big
Gs up, blow
up, eyes closed

Young nigga and I'm like
Couple hundred on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller like
Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, I'm goin' poltergeist
You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we like
Crippin' in our

Yeah, 'cause at Ramona we beef with everybody
Light or dark spark, don't fuck with narcs
So don't be 'bout me
My big homie named me 'Get 'em 'em'
'Cause if I got 'em kill 'em, I ain't playin' with 'em
I'm the bottom, that's the top of the town
We on the so they clip us up for knockin' 'em down
My burner tucked, I learned from Chuck so I turnin' it down
Get to bussin', know you bluffed it,
If that bitch can't me rich then ain't no need in fuckin' with her
around and fuck her sister
Heard bitch, got EBT
Long Beach ain't shit like me
Since Tracy D and DPG I and got a burner
On the day murdered Baby D
I'm in Benz with Lil Boy
So lil boy don't with me

I'm cycs through Hoover Street, my knuckles full of teeth
Try to creep on me, you're dyin' in homie's seat
Keepin' my gun in
Filet the beef, clip reach from Fig to Norfolk Beach
In a stolen Expedition, in your hood 'cause you the
Been a mathematician, nine, subtracted eight
I'm keepin' one for just in case, don't cover face but I trippin'
Blunt was laced, niggas I'm 'round the way
So no liquor stores today

out, big smoke
Re-up, big
Gs up, hoes
up, eyes closed
Ride out, big
Re-up, big
Gs up, hoes
up, eyes closed

Young and I'm proper like
Couple hundred thousand on me, nigga, yeah I'm baller
Bitch I think I'm Dolamite, bitch I'm goin'
You said this was overnight, me and Vince, we like
Crippin' in our

Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride, big
Gs, gs, gs, gs, gs
closed
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,
Ride, ride, ride,