Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it gangsta
it gangsta y'all

My niggaz thug out, you drugged out
These bitches getting out
When we out, 'cause we chromed 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 is the king of the cars
out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of let me see up
Ridaz ya heaterz up

Ladies, OG'z, sorry I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my 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, calling out
Dip, skip through the with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them
deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy

Hell yeah, the motherfucking
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here the Villain with another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

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

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

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

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

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

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't 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
the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, in my overalls blunted
Finger and thumb it, run
gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin'

Here son, steady I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these West parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause 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 fucking 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 you fucking with?
When you want to hear motherfucking nigger shit
the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch ren with it
need to quit it

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

Hubbin' all like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all 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, 'cause I won't hit
A nigga that I ain't fucking

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

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