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 gank on ya, ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ???
we gone for this, my niggas 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
the brick to get you niggas off the dick
gotta chain out cha range and my is sick
incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a and get off quick
down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas sleep wit
when I catch you course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in
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 before ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush that fag ass nigga clinked
send a kite to Puffy 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the in Jerz with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a room wit a tech on me
on whoever next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
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 Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a send 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, soldier wannabe Yuk
niggas scared severly

1 (Yukmouth):

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

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

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you the law love you
and we 'em waitin' for our chance to burn
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
echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep bitch peep
man wasn't shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but
in the game made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I pick 'em off
have ya momma at the queezy believe me
of you fag niggas is part time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the 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)
we gone ride
Thug Lord in this
Regime nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire
the arsenal with 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, no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up 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 city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred and ammo
get handled, light 'em up, blow '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, niggas say I act Pac
nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I rock is all
pitiful, niggas makin millions 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