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

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, 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 they ass'll get crunk
head rush that fag ass nigga Napolean
send a kite to tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the and sharks
fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a 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 to ride snakes 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 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 with Tha
(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 City to Cali we startin the
representin both wearin 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 winter niggas the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you Tha Don Makaveli we gone 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
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't me nigga
its gone be quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

(E.D.I.)
Young Noble, we still 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 praise 'em waitin' for our chance to
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant
comin outta jeep bitch peep this
your man shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) hold weight but still
in the game made 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 niggas is part time
some of the killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(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 gone
Thug Lord in this
Regime nigga...

Yuk and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the arsenal with shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Darth
'em like charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these niggas don't fight 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
recognize the Mob like HBO
niggas get like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, 'em out like candles
the Thug has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I don't rap Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga a glock
strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin on bitein shit
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and spiritual

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 fade