Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(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
done, I run wit' Outlaw Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, not Notorious
frost the brick to get you niggas off the
gotta chain out cha and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a and get off quick
down Junior 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 ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they get crunk nigga
head rush fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, there's one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing wit a tech on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the
like the party '99 Source 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 hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard cause hide nigga
and matter fact we suprise some niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

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

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

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

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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)
we gone ride
Thug Lord in this
Regime nigga...

Yuk and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the arsenal thug shit, ice sparkle (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 clique follow, no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up hollows
desperado got blood on the make a nigga swallow
a bitch don't like Benny Blanco, for the 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 plan'll scramble, wit a hundred and ammo
get niggas handled, 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug has arrived 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 rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped 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

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