Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

***gun loaded and
niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya,
then slit ya and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got for this
seizure done, I run wit' Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, not Notorious
frost the brick to get you off the dick
chain out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of ya hate it
inforce the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I slick
Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep,
you got with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit
when I catch you course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they ass'll get nigga
head rush that fag ass clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks
the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me
standing strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard they hide nigga
and matter we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, niggas wannabe Yuk
Y'all scared severly

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck with Tha
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuck with the
(Nigga we ride)

Bitch!
Because... (You die)
And then... (He die)
But what... (It's a suicide)
Because... (Bitch we ride)

(Young Noble)
Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga that never met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a father, the lil nigga was young
representin' ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun aim it at my enemy nigga
say to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see that you in nigga
two shots to the you can run if yo figure

(E.D.I.)
Young Noble, we still ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah when we hustle
can't a muthafucka you when the law love you
and we praise 'em for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to
in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we smash the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep peep this
your man wasn't shit and is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the
I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off
have ya at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag is part time ridahs
of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Repeat 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping
(Nigga we ride)

Because... (You die)
And then... (He die)
But what... (It's suicide)
My nigga... (We ride)

(Yukmouth)
we gone ride
Thug Lord in this
shit nigga...

Yuk and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the arsenal thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth
burn 'em charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no fair (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga
a bitch don't like Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the glock blow for like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO
niggas get played like pianos, dirty rotten
city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like
the Thug Lord has arrived wit in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein shit
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn

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