Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

My thug out, you getting drugged out
bitches getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, we chromed out
About to 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 residents

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

Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been
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, back in
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 motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at these g'z working these fake ass
Here come the Villain another heater
With Dub nigga in the two-seater

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here son, pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to West side 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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

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

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

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

So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my
a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
Hate my clique, bitch-man 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 ball till the fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they gotta us off

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