Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

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

(Napoleon)
I've bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they ass'll get nigga
head rush that fag ass clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the
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, and move, fuck the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard they hide nigga
and matter we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

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

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)
Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both sides camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak
Nobility in the niggas feelin' the heat
I got Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
if you Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that ain't met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its be done quick, see that 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, yeah ya'll when we
can't a muthafucka touch you the law love you
and we 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but yo' chance to learn
in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we smash the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo deep cant sleep
comin outta every bitch peep this
your man wasn't shit and is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' into you
thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the
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 time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the squealaz

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2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(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
Thug Lord in bitch
Regime nigga...

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

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