Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta

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

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

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

Ladies, OG'z, sorry 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, back in
Calling out cars, calling out
Dip, skip 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 motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at these g'z working these fake ass
Here come the Villain with another
motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater

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

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

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

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

Here son, steady I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high like Kobe
So up and kneel to these West side 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 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 thing 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
the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit bitch nigga ren with it
Y'all to quit it

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

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

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

I bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang, 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

Please it, please believe it
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