Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

My niggaz out, you getting drugged out
These getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, 'cause we out
About to out

Here ye, ye, calling all the hawgs
outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the
Rollin' y'all residents

the scene this is the king of the cars
Thugged out in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of gangstas, none of them let me see up
Ridaz throw ya up

Ladies, OG'z, that I've been gone
But now I'm to get my walk on
with the game as I reach out and touch ya
Turn the cup up and get ignorant on motherfucker

Mayday, mayday, in charge
out cars, calling out cars
Dip, skip through the with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and got my homeboy

Hell yeah, the motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here come the with another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

On my nuts I west west y'all
Grab that and I test test y'all
Villian be like all over y'all

Who wanna ball with Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm hustling
Dub-cee, give a if these bitches don't love me

I wanna bang, I wanna
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they peel us off

I wanna bang, I wanna
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels off
And let these motherfuckers know they gotta us off

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, at it
With da-da-day, with
Dub rock it, let your flag hang your back pocket

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em none of 'em
Eat with me, eat my style but can't get rid of me
I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who you?
you could say who?

Nigga why I oughta all the spit out of you
the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my blunted
Finger and it, quick run
This gangsta shit Dub-Cee

Here son, pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting high styles like Kobe
So shut up and to these West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause none of can hold it

We got the
(We got the bitches)
We got the
(We got the riches)

We got the
(We hit the switches)
We got every fucking you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

We got the
(We got the bitches)
We got the
(We got the riches)

We got the
(We hit the switches)
We got every thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

Who that nigga that you fucking
you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit
Call the villain and I'll hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch ren with it
Y'all need to it

This legendary, fuck around
it and yo mama get buried
Your first born and bitch you just married
Who give a pop that baby, she just carried

Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin
How the fuck you gon' talk about the villain, you a
every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak motherfuckers say us

So if it Ruff, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch ate my dick
Hate my clique, 'cause I won't hit
A that I ain't fucking wit'

I wanna bang, I ride
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can till the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers they gotta peel us off

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