Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya,
then slit ya throat and drip on my ankle ???
we gone for this, my niggas die for this
see I'm hurtin' my got twenty-five for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
tryin' ta B-I-G, not Notorious
frost the to get you niggas off the dick
gotta out cha range and my cross is sick
incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross
from the Clair to North Bricks, why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off
shut down Junior MAF, Mobb Deep,
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, battered and burned, lost in
and I've been ridin since the cemetary they dirt
I love they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
him to the side before they 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 dark in Jerz with 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
the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to snakes hand
shake, smile and move, the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send 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 niggas Yuk
niggas scared severly

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck Tha Outlawz:
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuck with the
(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 both wearin camoflauge 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 feelin' the
I got this across my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga that never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his
a thug father, the lil nigga was
representin' ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun aim it at my enemy nigga
say to your 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 still ride...

I still sit and y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
a muthafucka touch you when the law love you
and we praise 'em for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but yo' chance to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
fuck it, we smash the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
comin every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't shit and is you
and if you think I'm tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't weight but still
in the game made room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
of the time 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
Thug in this bitch
shit nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin fire
the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole 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 glock blow for chedda nachos
recognize the Mob HBO Sopranos
niggas get like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like
the Thug has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, at foes, niggas say I act like Pac
nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a gack a glock
ride strapped Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on shit
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn

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