Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya,
then slit ya throat and blood on my ankle ???
we gone for this, my niggas die for this
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 niggas off the
gotta chain out cha and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya 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 a half and get off quick
shut down Junior MAF, Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas my name
keep the burnas, sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the

(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 niggas
him to the side before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a kite to tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, they that 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 suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, soldier niggas Yuk
Y'all niggas scared

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck with Tha
(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)
From Jersey City to Cali we the ruff
representin sides wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, up
hog 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these niggas is weak
in the winter niggas feelin' the heat
I got this across my belly, never surrender
if you Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
or some lil nigga ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he like Pac was his pops
a father, the lil nigga was young
Outlawz representin' huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say to your kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy
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, yeah ya'll when we
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law 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 burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas sleep
comin outta every jeep bitch this
your man wasn't shit and is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' into you
thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral believe me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
some of the killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Repeat 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(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
Lord in this bitch
Regime nigga...

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

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