Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
it gangsta y'all

My niggaz thug out, you getting out
These getting loc'ed out
When we out, 'cause we chromed out
About to out

Here ye, here ye, calling all the
Fresh outta the whole tank, up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the on the ghetto
Rollin' through residents

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

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

Mayday, mayday, in charge
Calling out cars, out cars
Dip, skip through the with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my

Hell yeah, the motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at these g'z working these ass sopranos
Here come the Villain another heater
With Dub nigga in the two-seater

On my nuts while I west y'all
that microphone and I test test y'all
Villian baritone be all over y'all

Who wanna ball with that nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm supreme
Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches love me

I wanna bang, I ride
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
And let motherfuckers know they gotta 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 fall off
And let these motherfuckers know gotta peel 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 from your back pocket

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't of 'em
Eat me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who you?
What you could say

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

Here son, steady I come through punking
Y'all think rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these 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 thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

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 thing you
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

Who that nigga that you with?
When you want to hear some nigger shit
Call the villain and I'll hot lyric
to hit your bitch nigga ren with it
Y'all to quit it

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

Hubbin' all black like my fucking tone
How the fuck you talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all balls to cuss?
Weak better say us

So if it Ruff, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the that ate my dick
my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit
A nigga 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 motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off

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