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, niggas keep up shit
But all good watch me do this shit

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my to Chitown
R. Kelly got some to make you lock down
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop
Shop with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie candyman up in Cabrini green
Some cats I know like to on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his
But yo put hands up y'all it's love in here
It ain't shit but a affair
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, rims are muy
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 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 Cabrini green you know I hit
Thugged out yo my people giving eye
Now them say I'm cute when they can't stand me
R. Kelly yo I'm right from the you know the soul
that we spit on is platinum gold
But now it's on the love all the and the thugs
Yo a party going on meet me right at the club
We got some in the living room getting it on
And they ain't til six in the morning
out some people gettin' head while we on and
Tear the up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist don't shoot up the place
this shorty right here lookin' good in my face
Hey yo it's so deep I told just last week
Uh huh, it's like you me of my jeep

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

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z the dice let 'em go
Better know I tear down every show better 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 Rodman's hair color
And hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal
Every time you me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like floss mine like of course mine what
Never my family can we all get along hell 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 shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga

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