Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it y'all
it gangsta y'all

My niggaz thug out, you getting out
These getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, 'cause we out
to bomb out

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
Fresh the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' through y'all

Runnin' the scene this is the king of the
out baby 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 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, back in
out cars, calling out cars
Dip, skip the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS all them angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my

Hell yeah, the motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at these g'z working these 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
baritone be like all over y'all

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

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 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 ball till the wheels off
And let these motherfuckers know they peel 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 it, let your flag hang from your back 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 could say

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

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

Who that nigga that you fucking
When you to hear some motherfucking nigger shit
Call the villain and I'll hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your nigga ren with it
need to quit it

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

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

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

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 peel us off

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