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, shank ya,
slit ya throat and drip blood on my ankle ???
we gone ride for this, my die for this
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got for this
seizure done, I run wit' Outlaw
ta B-I-G, just not Notorious
frost the 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 created
the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a and get off quick
shut Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas speak my
keep the burnas, muthafuckas wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you gone eat the

(Napoleon)
been bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and I've been ridin since the claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these mark niggas, Outlawz rush
turn him to the before they ass'll get crunk nigga
head rush fag ass nigga clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac it's on again
shoot ????? ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and
fuck the mark, there's one Napolean, It's me
here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
the after party '99 Source Awards, I swear 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 Moonie
a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit thru they panties
we ride nigga, it's hard they hide nigga
and matter fact we gone suprise niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
ass, soldier 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)
Jersey City to Cali we startin the ruff
representin both wearin camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the these niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter niggas the heat
I got this Outlawz across my belly, never
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga that ain't met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz representin' ain't a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my enemy
say goodbye to your kin, you ain't feelin' me
its gone be done quick, see that you in Jepordy
two to the head you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll we hustle
can't a 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 burn the ball, you heard the call nigga
Outlawz echo deep muthafuckas sleep
outta every jeep bitch peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we three into you
newborn thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya momma at the queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is part time
some of the killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(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 bitch
Regime nigga...

Yuk plays and they call the fire marshal
supply the arsenal thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, a whole bottle of Remy and wobble
my clique follow, ain't no squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny niggas don't fight light 'em up with
desperado got on the bottles make a nigga 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 HBO Sopranos
niggas get played like pianos, rotten scandal
city plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, blow 'em out candles
the Thug has arrived wit desciples in sandals
ridin' camels way across the land, 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
the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride strapped like Pac, but the I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin millions on bitein
I get in it yo, 'em off critical, the criminal
lyrical, miracle, make niggas lose rap and turn

Repeat Hook 1 and 2 x2 fade