Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip on my ankle ???
we ride for this, my niggas die for this
see I'm my dogs got twenty-five for this
seizure done, I run Outlaw Warriorz
ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
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 created
from the Clair to Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off
shut Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
keep the burnas, 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 the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush
turn him to the side before they ass'll get nigga
rush that fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the
like the after party '99 Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous that
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they
we ride nigga, it's hard cause they nigga
and matter fact we gone suprise niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you with Tha Outlawz:
(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
representin sides wearin camoflauge cloth
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 cross Tha Don 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 representin' ain't a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me
its gone be done quick, see you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

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

I sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a touch you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our 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 heard the call
Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas cant
comin outta every jeep bitch peep
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
ya momma at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the time

Hook 1

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

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin marshal
supply the arsenal thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco,
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga
a bitch like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob HBO Sopranos
get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like
the Thug Lord has wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the
my rhymes dismantle, at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat 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 on bitein shit
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn

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