Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it y'all
Keep it y'all

My niggaz out, you getting drugged out
These bitches getting out
When we smoke out, we chromed out
to bomb out

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
Fresh outta the tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the on the ghetto
Rollin' through residents

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

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

Mayday, mayday, back in
Calling out cars, out cars
Dip, skip through the with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all 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 these g'z these fake ass sopranos
Here come the Villain another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

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

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

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

I bang, I wanna ride
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 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 flag hang from 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 now, yeah who taught you?
What you could say

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

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

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

shit 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 carried

Hubbin' all like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gon' about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak better say us

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

Please believe it, please it
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