Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days I ain't got shit
But now that I got shit, niggas wanna up shit
But it's all good me do this shit

Yo yo yo yo ay yo my town to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock
Voice cry hot tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green up in Cabrini green
Some cats I know like to on they wrists
But my man man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo put your hands up y'all it's in here
It ain't shit but a thug
I'm at the bar thug money
much huh, they say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny
So let's slide you got the right
Ju don know I'm all night
The DJ playing all the right
To the BM, rims are muy
It's R. Kelly killer
can you dig now
Next time you see him yo he lay Mr. Big

[Chorus: R.
To all my players and my thugs, to the all the honeys in the
To all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we
To all my ballers rocking ice, a room for the night
Taking first flights, we ride, we ride

I used to be in and collect panties
When I'm in green you know I hit Sammy's
out yo my people giving eye jammies
Now them shorites say I'm cute when they can't me
R. Kelly yo I'm from the belly you know the soul
that we spit on is platinum gold
But now on the love all the players and the thugs
Yo it's a party going on meet me at the club
We got some chickens in the room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til six in the
Thugged out some people head while we on and
Tear the club up time we performin'
Gun up in your waist don't shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here lookin' good in my
Hey yo it's so deep I shorty just last week
Uh huh, it's like you remind me of my

[Vegas
Only be allowed up in here
Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for haters
18 and I'm the dream go figure
How a that's younger than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that the rap nigga try that
Call my R. Kell if you need a hit black
And you get make it known baby who did it
It'll make fans hit the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter sweet note for the
Left out the club her friend now she jealous
Mad 'cause she chan't on the LS
she kinda mad but a baller could care less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna going beep beep beep
Got your girl yo who he
So ride to Rockland's party

Ghetto federal Jay-Z shake the dice let 'em go
Better know I down every show better known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big Rolls say it y'all all I is four bars
I'm hotter a lot of men switch up cars like Rodman's hair color
And hit broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like what floss like of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true is
Better school that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga jigga

[R.
Let's get and make this loot
All I do is make the loot
Come on players, come on