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 for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not
frost the to get you niggas off the dick
gotta chain out cha range and my cross is
murda incorporated, of ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross
the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off
shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep,
you got beef thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
when I catch you nigga you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the cemetary they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz niggas
turn him to the side before ass'll get crunk 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 with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, me
here 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 for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard cause hide nigga
and matter fact we gone some niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck with Tha
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuck with the
(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
both sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk the fuck these niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter niggas the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil was young
Outlawz representin' 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 you in Jepordy nigga
two shots to the you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we
can't a muthafucka you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you the call nigga
echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room 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 is part time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the squealaz

Repeat 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we ride)
If you wit *scratch overlapping 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 and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a like Darth Maul
burn 'em charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles 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
get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out candles
the Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act Pac
bitch 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 rock is all
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin on bitein shit
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make lose rap and turn spiritual

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