Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, shank ya,
slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my niggas die for
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 brick to get you off the dick
chain out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get created
from the Clair to North Bricks, why I talk slick
Im hungry, I try ta chop a half and get off quick
shut down MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, speak my name
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
I catch you nigga course you gone eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've been bruised, and burned, lost in turf
and I've been since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz niggas
turn him to the before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush that fag ass nigga clinked
send a kite to tell 'em Pac said it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the and sharks
fuck the mark, there's one Napolean, It's me
standing here strong, in a room wit a tech on me
ride on whoever to me, Outlaw 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 to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, fuck the law, jealous that Moonie
a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties
we nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga
and matter fact we suprise some niggas...Outlawz

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

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)
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 what the fuck niggas is weak
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 thug father, the lil was young
Outlawz ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't me nigga
its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy
two shots to the head you can run if yo

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

I still sit and pray y'all, 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 but here's yo' chance to learn
in a can of worms, bad terms and all
fuck it, we burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz deep muthafuckas cant sleep
outta every jeep 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**) can't hold 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 part time
some of the killas, wit all of the time squealaz

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2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(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 Lord in this
shit nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fuckin marshal
supply the arsenal with shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em like charcoal, call me Draco,
remarkable, a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no fair (Regime Life!)
skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a swallow
a bitch like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos
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, 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has arrived wit in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, supplyin' the
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, say I act like Pac
bitch nigga I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat Pac
bring the west back Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the raps I is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on shit
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn

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