Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it y'all
it gangsta y'all

My niggaz thug out, you drugged out
These getting loc'ed out
When we out, 'cause we chromed 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 on the ghetto
through y'all residents

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

Ladies, OG'z, sorry I've been gone
But now I'm to get my walk on
Swang with the 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
out the SS workin' all them angles
Dub-shiest the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy

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

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

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

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 gotta us off

I wanna bang, I 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 gotta us off

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

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

Nigga why I smack all the spit out of you
the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls
Finger and thumb it, run
This gangsta shit 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 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 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 fucking you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

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

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

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

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

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 know they gotta peel us off

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