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
slit ya throat 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 wit' Warriorz
ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
frost the brick to get you off the dick
gotta chain out cha range and my is sick
murda incorporated, of ya hate it
Outlawz the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk
when Im hungry, I try ta a half and get off quick
down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
when I catch you course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, rush niggas
turn him to the before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
a kite 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
like the party '99 Source Awards, I swear 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
a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties
we nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga
and matter fact we gone suprise 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 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 wearin camoflauge
I'm in a line up like ?????, Outlawin' up
hog 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak
Nobility in the niggas feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz my belly, never surrender
if you Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill 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 nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me
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 gone ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we
can't a 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 heard the nigga
echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep peep this
your man shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' we pumpin' three into you
thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya momma at the queezy believe me
of you fag niggas is part time ridahs
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)
Bitch we ride
Thug Lord in bitch
Regime nigga...

Yuk and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace 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!)
these niggas don't fight light 'em up with 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 for chedda like nachos
the Mob like HBO Sopranos
niggas get like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and
get niggas handled, 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
bitch I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on shit
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make lose rap and turn spiritual

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 fade