Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

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

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

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck Tha Outlawz:
(Nigga we ride)
If you with the Regime:
(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 both sides wearin camoflauge
I'm in a line up like what ?????, up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is
in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his
a father, the lil nigga was young
Outlawz representin' ain't a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me
its gone be quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two shots to the you can run if yo figure

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

I sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law you
and we praise 'em for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
fuck it, we burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
outta every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't shit and is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three you
newborn thugs (**humf**) hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya in the field, I pick 'em off easy
ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is 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 wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*
(Nigga we ride)

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

(Yukmouth)
Bitch we ride
Thug in this bitch
shit nigga...

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

Repeat 1 and 2 x2 until fade