Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

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

Yo yo yo yo ay yo my town to Chitown
R. Kelly got thugs to make you lock down
cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini
Smoke green candyman 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 it's love in here
It ain't but a thug affair
I'm at the bar thug money
Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like Bunny
So slide you got the right thong
Ju don I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the songs
To the BM, are muy bien
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 in the club
To all the hoods show me love, we ride, we ride
To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the
first class flights, we ride, we ride

I used to be in and collect panties
When I'm in Cabrini you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo my people 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
Everything we spit 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 in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving til six in the
Thugged out some people gettin' head we on and
Tear the club up every time we
Gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the
Because this shorty here lookin' good in my face
Hey yo it's so 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 watchin' my rear for player
18 and I'm livin' the dream go
How a that's younger than you ice bigger
Don't sweat stick 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
Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care
you sleep sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep
Got girl sayin' yo who he
So ride to Rockland's party

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z shake the let 'em go
Better know I tear down every show known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big Rolls say it all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lot of men switch up like Rodman's hair color
And hit your I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like floss mine like of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to 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 is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga

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