Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

it gangsta y'all
Keep it y'all

My niggaz thug out, you getting out
bitches getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, 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, the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' y'all residents

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

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

Mayday, mayday, in charge
Calling out cars, out cars
Dip, skip through the lane the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS 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 g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here the Villain with another heater
With Dub nigga in the two-seater

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

Who wanna ball that Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don 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 know they gotta peel us off

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

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

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

Nigga why I smack all the spit 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 gangsta shit runnin'

Here son, pumping I come through punking
think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 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 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 ass nigga, if we don't

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

This shit legendary, around
With it and yo get buried
Your first born and that bitch you married
Who a fuck pop that baby, she just 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?
Weak better say us

So if it Ruff, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my
my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit
A nigga that I 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 motherfuckers know gotta peel us off

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