Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a on ya, shank ya, buck
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
frost the brick to get you off the dick
gotta chain out cha range and my is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get created
from the Clair to Bricks, that's why I talk slick
Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
shut Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the

(Napoleon)
I've bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush that fag ass nigga clinked
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac said it's on
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz 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, War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law
they that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they jealous Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a send some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, hard cause they hide nigga
and matter we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you with Tha Outlawz:
(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
both sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is
Nobility in the winter feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that ain't met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his
a father, the lil nigga was young
Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy
say goodbye to kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and pray y'all, ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you the law love you
and we praise 'em 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 outta every bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) 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 niggas is time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the time

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(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)
we gone ride
Thug Lord in this
Regime nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire
supply the arsenal thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco,
remarkable, drink a bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga
a don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO
niggas get played pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred and ammo
get handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has arrived wit in sandals
camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
bitch I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a
ride strapped Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the
lyrical, miracle, niggas lose rap and turn spiritual

Repeat 1 and 2 x2 until fade