Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

it gangsta y'all
Keep it y'all

My thug out, you getting drugged out
These getting loc'ed out
we smoke out, 'cause we chromed out
About to out

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
outta 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
Thugged out baby in my new
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of let me see up
Ridaz throw ya up

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

Mayday, mayday, back in
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 got my homeboy

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

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

Who wanna ball with that Black Ren?
Like the Don I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee, give a fuck if 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 wheels off
And let these motherfuckers they gotta peel us off

I bang, I wanna ride
I slang, from 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

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

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

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

Here son, pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high like Kobe
So shut up and to these West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can 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 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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

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

This shit legendary, around
With it and yo mama get
Your first born and that bitch you 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' every you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
motherfuckers better say us

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

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

Please it, please believe it
believe it, please believe it
Please it, please believe it
Please it, please believe it
Please it, please believe it