Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
Keep it y'all

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

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' 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 throw ya up

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

Mayday, mayday, in charge
Calling out cars, out cars
Dip, through 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 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
With motherfucking Dub in the two-seater

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

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

I wanna bang, I wanna
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
It's do or die, we can till the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers 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 flag hang from your back pocket

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't of 'em
Eat with me, eat my style but y'all get rid of me
I heard y'all C-Walking now, who taught you?
What you could say

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

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

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

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

Hubbin' all black my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak motherfuckers 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 nigga I ain't fucking wit'

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

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