Luyện nghe bài hát We Gonna Ride

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x8 (c-murder)

Tru gonna ride (we gonna ride or die)

1: (c-murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck hoes
I smoke weed, make you bleed and it's to go
And I walk with the league that's gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? like boo
And skee mask on the dash my nigga
if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga
And mr. magic got that chopper for yo' ass my
off my mask, so you can see my laugh my nigga
I represent that 3 nigga, so what you claim
New is the place where I slang my caine
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 told you don't fuck with tru,
It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you,

(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, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, that
Muthafucka you ain't of us?
Tru til' I die, man we muthafuckin'
>from the place where them crazy, niggas shady
But I maintain, no one could ever fade me
Tru records is the next (what? ) we the best (what? )
If you don't think so, then you could get the fuck
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what
And I ain't stopin' til we tear the fuckin' up
So where my niggas at? actin' fool
And where the bitches at? show em' that 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 gave the party, 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 souljas tru niggas (you me? )
Honk your horn nigga, I'm comin' to pick you up magic
(what's up get real)
I wonna say what's up to all the deadly outhere
My nigga macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you
My g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up nigga?
Crazy from forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you
(you know that, you that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you dig?
up ke'noe nigga? (deadly sounds)
Ha (what? ) shit real out here boy,
We ride or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, me out

Chorus x8 fade