Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

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

Here ye, ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the whole tank, up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, the gauge on the ghetto
through y'all residents

Runnin' the this is the king of the cars
Thugged out baby in my new
Gangstas, all of gangstas, none of them let me see up
Ridaz ya heaterz up

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

Mayday, mayday, back in
out cars, calling out cars
Dip, skip the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all 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 g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here the Villain with another heater
With Dub nigga in the two-seater

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

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

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 motherfuckers know 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 these know they gotta peel us off

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

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, yeah who taught
What you say who?

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

son, steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting 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 fucking thing 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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we

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

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

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

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

I wanna bang, I wanna
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

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