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

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in
and I've been ridin since the cemetary they dirt
I love that they hurt, mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before ass'll get crunk nigga
rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, there's one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, '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 ride snakes
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a send some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard cause they nigga
and fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, niggas wannabe Yuk
Y'all niggas 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)
From Jersey City to Cali we startin the
representin sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the these niggas is weak
in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
I got this across my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that never met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz representin' huggin' a slump
my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't me nigga
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 gone ride...

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

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuckin' wit 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
Lord in this bitch
Regime nigga...

Yuk and they call the fuckin fire marshal
the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco,
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of Remy and
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga
a bitch like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the blow for chedda like nachos
the Mob like HBO Sopranos
niggas get like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has wit desciples in sandals
ridin' way across the land, supplyin' 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 Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all
pitiful, niggas makin millions 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