Luyện nghe bài hát We Gonna Ride

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4 3 2 1

x8 (c-murder)

Tru gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

1: (c-murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, I fuck them hoes
I smoke weed, make you and it's time to go
And I with the league that's what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? like boo
And skee on the muthafucken dash my nigga
Cause if you see me yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga
And mr. magic got that for yo' ass my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my
I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck what you
New orleans is the place where I slang my
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to me
I told you no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )
If I die, never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I you muthafuckas don't fuck with tru,
It was a dumb nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you, biotch

(chorus x8)

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(muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1

2: (magic)

They got to me to get to you
Before they leave, have them bitches black and blue, believe that
you ain't heard of us?
Tru I die, man we muthafuckin' murderous
>from the place where them hoes crazy, niggas
But I maintain, no one could ever fade me
Tru records is the (what? ) cause we the best (what? )
If you don't think so, then you get the fuck fuck
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what
And I stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up
So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin'
And where the bitches at? show em' bithces rule
I wonna see you sweatin', lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't even catch breath
Smoke your nigga and get your drink on
You the party, everybody got their dance on

(chorus x8)

talking:

My (my nigga)
(what's up? ) ride or die
Tru records (you me? )
(what's up? what's up? ) for the tru tru niggas (you heard me? )
Honk your horn nigga, I'm comin' to pick you up magic
(what's up get real)
I say what's up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My nigga macadon, tom the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up
Crazy from ruff forever, (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you
(you that, you know that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you monte
up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds)
Ha (what? ) this shit out here boy,
We ride or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, me out

Chorus x8 until