Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a on ya, shank ya, buck
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 wit' Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, not Notorious
frost the to get you niggas off the dick
gotta out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya it
inforce the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I slick
when Im hungry, I try ta a half and get off quick
shut down Junior MAF, Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, speak my name
the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in
and I've been since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before ass'll 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 sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing wit a tech on me
ride on next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after '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 that
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard cause they nigga
and matter fact we gone suprise niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, soldier wannabe Yuk
Y'all niggas 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)
Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we kill you
or some lil that ain't never met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a father, the lil nigga was young
Outlawz ain't huggin' a slump
my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to 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.)
Noble, we still gone ride...

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law you
and we 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
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 the call nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
comin every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya in the field, I pick 'em off easy
ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag is part time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the time

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2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuckin' wit *scratch overlapping
(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
the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth
'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles a nigga swallow
a bitch don't 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 like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has wit desciples in sandals
ridin' way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my dismantle, click 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 strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas rap and turn spiritual

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