Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it y'all
Keep it gangsta

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

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

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

Ladies, OG'z, sorry I've 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
deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy

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

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

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

I wanna bang, I 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

I wanna bang, I wanna
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 gotta peel us off

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Upon 'em again and I'm er 'em again, look at it
da-da-day, with da-da-day
Dub rock it, let flag hang from your back 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 you?
What you say who?

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

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

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

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

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

So if it ain't Ruff, it my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my
Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I hit
A nigga that I ain't wit'

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 motherfuckers know they gotta us off

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