Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

***gun loaded and
Y'all niggas 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 ride for this, my niggas die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
tryin' ta B-I-G, not Notorious
frost the brick to get you niggas off the
gotta out cha range and my cross is sick
incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get created
from the Clair to North Bricks, why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a and get off quick
down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, speak my name
keep the burnas, sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the

(Napoleon)
I've bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush fag ass nigga 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
fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a on me
ride on whoever to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru panties
we nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga
and fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you with 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 wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is
Nobility in the niggas feelin' the heat
I got Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
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' huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy
say goodbye to kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its gone be quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two shots to the head you can run if yo

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

I still sit and pray y'all, ya'll when we hustle
can't a touch you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to
in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call
Outlawz deep muthafuckas cant sleep
outta every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral believe me
half of you fag niggas is part time
some of the time killas, wit all of the time

Repeat 1

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

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

(Yukmouth)
Bitch we gone
Thug in this bitch
Regime nigga...

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

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 fade