Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it y'all
Keep it y'all

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

ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the
Rollin' through y'all

Runnin' the scene this is the of the cars
Thugged out in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, of them let me see up
Ridaz ya heaterz up

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna bang, I wanna
I slang, from 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

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

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

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em none of 'em
Eat with me, eat my style but y'all get rid of me
I heard C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?
you could say who?

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

Here son, steady pumping I through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause of y'all 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 thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

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

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

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

So if it ain't Ruff, it my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my
Hate my clique, bitch-man 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 know they peel us off

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