Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

it gangsta y'all
Keep it gangsta

My niggaz out, you getting drugged out
These getting loc'ed out
we smoke out, 'cause 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' y'all residents

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

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

Mayday, mayday, in charge
Calling out cars, calling out
Dip, through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all 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 fake ass sopranos
Here come the Villain another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

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

Who wanna ball with that nigga Ren?
the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee, give a if these bitches don't 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 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 know 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 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?
you could say who?

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

Here son, pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high 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 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 thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

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

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

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

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

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

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