Luyện nghe bài hát We Gonna Ride

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4 3 2 1

x8 (c-murder)

Tru niggas gonna (we gonna ride or die)

1: (c-murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck hoes
I weed, make you bleed and it's time to go
And I walk with the league that's what do
And say where them at? like gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthafucken my nigga
if you see me that's 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 3 nigga, so fuck what you claim
New orleans is the place I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum nigga (nigga) who tried to harm me
I you muthafuckas no limit is the army (what? ) (what? )
If I die, I'll cry, see the hate in my eye
time to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you muthafuckas don't fuck tru,
It was a dumb move nigga, now I'm 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 bitches black and blue, that
you ain't heard of us?
Tru til' I die, man we muthafuckin'
>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 so, then you could get the fuck fuck
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what
And I ain't stopin' til we the fuckin' club up
So where my niggas at? actin' fuckin'
And where the bitches at? show em' that rule
I see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't even your breath
Smoke your nigga and get your drink on
You gave the party, got their dance on

(chorus x8)

C-murder

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

Chorus x8 until