Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

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 whole tank, up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the
Rollin' through residents

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
Ridaz throw ya up

Ladies, OG'z, sorry that been 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, calling out
Dip, skip through the lane the bang, bang, bang, jangle
out the SS workin' all them angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my

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

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

Who wanna ball with that Black Ren?
Like the Don I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee, give a fuck if 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 ball till the fall off
And let motherfuckers 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 ball the wheels fall off
And let motherfuckers know they gotta 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 rock it, let your flag hang from back pocket

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

Nigga why I oughta all the spit 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 Dub-Cee runnin'

Here son, steady pumping I come punking
Y'all think rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and to these West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause 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 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 thing you
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

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

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

Hubbin' all black like my fucking tone
How the fuck you talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who all y'all balls 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
Hate my clique, 'cause I won't hit
A that I ain't fucking wit'

I bang, I wanna 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 gotta peel us off

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