Luyện nghe bài hát We Gonna Ride

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4 3 2 1

x8 (c-murder)

Tru niggas 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 what gangstas do
And say where them at? like gansta boo
And skee mask on the dash my nigga
Cause if you see me that's yo' ass my nigga
And mr. got that chopper for yo' ass my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my
I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck you claim
New orleans is the place where I slang my
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) look who tried to me
I told you muthafuckas no limit is the (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 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, i'ma have them black and blue, believe that
Muthafucka you ain't of us?
Tru I die, man we muthafuckin' murderous
>from the place them hoes crazy, niggas shady
But I maintain, cause no one could ever me
Tru records is the (what? ) cause 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 til we tear the fuckin' club 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 even catch your 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? ) or die muthafucka
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 apostles
My macadon, tom from the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) up nigga?
Crazy from ruff forever, (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthafuckin' playin' my shit, you dig?
(you that, you know that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you monte
Whats up nigga? (deadly sounds)
Ha (what? ) this real out here boy,
We gonna or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, me out

Chorus x8 fade