Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

it gangsta y'all
Keep it gangsta

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

Here ye, here ye, calling all the
Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the
Dub-cee, the president, with the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' through y'all

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

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

Mayday, mayday, in charge
out cars, calling out cars
Dip, skip the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my

yeah, the motherfucking villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at these g'z working these ass sopranos
Here come the Villain with heater
motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater

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

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

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

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

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

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?
you could say who?

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

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

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

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

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

So if it ain't Ruff, it my shit
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 wanna bang, I wanna
I slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they gotta us off

Please it, please believe it
Please believe it, please it
Please it, please believe it
Please it, please believe it
Please it, please believe it