Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a gank on ya, ya, buck
then ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not
the brick to get you niggas off the dick
gotta out cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross
the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta a half 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 bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the cemetary claimed they
I love that they hurt, mark niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush that fag ass nigga Napolean
send a to Puffy tell '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
standing here strong, in a dressing wit a tech on me
ride on whoever to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I to the law
jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes hand
shake, smile and move, the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit they panties
we ride nigga, hard cause they hide nigga
and matter fact we gone some niggas...Outlawz

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

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you with 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 sides wearin camoflauge
I'm in a up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck 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 that never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil was young
Outlawz representin' ain't a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy
say goodbye to your kin, you feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see that you in nigga
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
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three 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 at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the squealaz

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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 bitch
Regime nigga...

Yuk plays and they the fuckin fire marshal
supply the arsenal with shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom Menace take a like Darth Maul
burn 'em charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
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 make a nigga swallow
a bitch don't like Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my cock go, I let the blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO
get played like pianos, dirty rotten scandal
inner city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and
get handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
the Lord has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, say I act like Pac
bitch I don't rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
bring the west back like Pac, make a nigga 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, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and spiritual

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