Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

***gun and cocked****
niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm throwin' hot shit

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya,
slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my niggas die for
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not
the brick to get you niggas off the dick
gotta chain out cha and my cross is sick
incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get created
from the to North 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 with thiza, muthafuckas speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
when I you nigga course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've ridin since 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
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 blood and sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a on me
on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I to the law
they that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they
we ride nigga, it's hard cause they hide
and matter fact we gone suprise niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, soldier 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)
Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both sides wearin cloth
I'm in a line up like ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the these niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter niggas the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, surrender
if you cross Tha Don we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that ain't met Pac
who wanted revenge, he like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil was young
representin' ain't 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 that you in Jepordy
two shots to the you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to
muthafuckas bankin' but here's yo' chance to learn
in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call
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' we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya in the field, I pick 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral queezy me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
some of the killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(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)
Bitch we gone
Thug Lord in bitch
shit nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin marshal
supply the arsenal with shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom take 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!)
skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the make a nigga swallow
a bitch like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the glock for chedda like nachos
the Mob like HBO Sopranos
niggas get played like pianos, rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has arrived wit in sandals
ridin' camels way the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and spiritual

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