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

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

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, niggas wannabe Yuk
niggas 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)
From 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 is weak
in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don we gone kill you
or some lil that ain't never met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz representin' ain't a slump
my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

(E.D.I.)
Noble, we still gone 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 chance to
muthafuckas 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 heard the nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every bitch peep this
your man shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but
in the game made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is part time
some of the time killas, wit all of the time

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(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 bitch
shit nigga...

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

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 until