Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
sweaty ass cheeks, nigga

Keep it gangsta
it gangsta y'all

My niggaz out, you getting drugged out
These bitches getting out
When we smoke out, 'cause we out
to bomb out

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
outta the whole tank, bouncin' 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 them gangstas, none of let me see up
Ridaz throw ya up

Ladies, OG'z, that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my 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, out cars
Dip, skip the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my

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

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

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

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 motherfuckers know they gotta us off

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 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, with
Dub rock it, let your flag hang from your back

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

Nigga why I oughta smack all the out of you
Beat the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping,
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls
Finger and thumb it, run
This gangsta shit runnin'

Here son, steady pumping I come through
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles Kobe
So up and kneel 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 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 fucking 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 nigger shit
Call the villain and bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your nigga ren with it
need to quit it

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

Hubbin' all black like my fucking 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 better say us

So if it Ruff, it ain't my shit
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my
my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't 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 till the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they peel us off

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