Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that coming together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
Keep it y'all

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

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

Runnin' the scene this is the king of the
out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, of them let me see up
throw ya heaterz up

Ladies, OG'z, sorry I've been gone
But now I'm to get my walk on
Swang with the 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 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 come the with another heater
With motherfucking Dub in the two-seater

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

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

I bang, I wanna ride
I slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can 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 ball the wheels fall 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
With da-da-day, da-da-day
Dub rock it, let your hang from your back 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
Dippin' in the 600, in my overalls blunted
Finger and it, quick run
gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin'

Here son, steady pumping I come through
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles Kobe
So shut up and 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 every fucking thing you
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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

Who that nigga that you fucking
When you want to hear some motherfucking shit
Call the villain and I'll hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch ren with it
Y'all to quit it

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

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

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

I bang, I wanna ride
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 they gotta us off

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