Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta

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

Here ye, ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the president, with the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' y'all residents

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

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

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

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

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

Who wanna ball with Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm hustling
Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches don't me

I wanna bang, I ride
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

I wanna bang, I wanna
I slang, from 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

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

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

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

son, steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting 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 fucking thing you
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 thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

Who nigga that you fucking with?
When you to hear some motherfucking 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, around
With it and yo 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' about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak motherfuckers 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 that I fucking wit'

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 know gotta peel us off

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