Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

My niggaz thug out, you getting out
These bitches getting out
When we smoke out, 'cause we out
to bomb out

Here ye, ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the on the ghetto
Rollin' through y'all

Runnin' the scene this is the king of the
out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of 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 as I reach out and touch ya
the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker

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

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

On my nuts while I west y'all
Grab that 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 hustling
Dub-cee, give a if these bitches don't love me

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

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

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

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

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

son, steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these West parolees
And the blunt, 'cause none 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 fucking 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 you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

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

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

Hubbin' all like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gon' about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all to cuss?
motherfuckers 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 ball till the wheels off
And let these know they gotta peel us off

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