Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

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

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you down
Voice cry hot sounds tied cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini
Smoke greenie green candyman up in green
Some cats I know like to splurge on they
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his
But yo put your hands up it's love in here
It ain't shit but a thug
I'm at the bar spendin' thug
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 long
The DJ playing all the right
To the BM, are muy bien
It's R. killer camp
can you dig now
Next you see him yo he lay Mr. Big style

R. Kelly]
To all my players and my thugs, to the all the in the club
To all the hoods show me love, we ride, we ride
To all my ballers ice, getting a room for the night
Taking class flights, we ride, we ride

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

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

Ghetto prone federal shake the dice let 'em go
Better know I tear down every better known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big Rolls say it y'all all I need is bars
I'm hotter than a lot of men switch up cars like Rodman's color
And hit broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop cork then pour the wine
New York to Chitown like what floss mine 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 daddy but Jay-Z true that is
Better that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga

[R.
get together and make this loot
All I wanna do is the loot
on players, come on players