Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a on ya, shank ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip 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
incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross
from the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I 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 nigga course you gone eat the

(Napoleon)
been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they get crunk nigga
head rush fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a to Puffy 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
standing here strong, in a dressing wit a tech 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 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 panties
we ride nigga, it's cause they hide nigga
and fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
ass, soldier niggas wannabe 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 startin the
representin both sides camoflauge cloth
I'm in a up like 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, surrender
if you Tha Don Makaveli we gone kill you
or some lil nigga that never met Pac
who revenge, he felt like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil was young
Outlawz ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy
say goodbye to kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its gone be quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka you when the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but 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 deep cant sleep
comin every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three 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 believe me
of you fag niggas is part 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 wit *scratch overlapping 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 and they call the fuckin fire marshal
supply the with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a slaughterer like Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles a nigga swallow
a bitch like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the glock blow for chedda like
recognize the Mob like HBO
niggas get played like pianos, dirty scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and
get niggas handled, light 'em up, 'em out like candles
the Thug has arrived wit desciples in sandals
camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act Pac
bitch I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the 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 millions on shit
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the
lyrical, miracle, make niggas rap and turn spiritual

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