Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta

My niggaz out, you getting drugged 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 whole tank, bouncin' up the
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, the gauge on the ghetto
through 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 ya heaterz up

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

Mayday, mayday, back in
Calling out cars, calling out
Dip, skip through the lane the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS all them angles
deep the scrilla, and I've 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
come the Villain with another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga why I oughta all the spit out of you
the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my blunted
Finger and thumb it, run
This gangsta shit runnin'

Here son, steady pumping I come through
Y'all think rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So up and kneel to these West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause none of 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 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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

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

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

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

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

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 they gotta peel us off

Please believe it, please it
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