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 it's all good watch me do shit

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop
Shop lifters Benini schemes
Smoke green candyman up in Cabrini green
Some cats I know like to splurge on wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his
But yo put your hands up y'all it's in here
It ain't shit but a thug
I'm at the bar spendin' thug
Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like Bunny
So let's you got the right thong
Ju don I'm all night long
The DJ all the right songs
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 that me love, we ride, we ride
To all my ballers ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first flights, we ride, we ride

I used to be in Chitown and panties
When I'm in green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo my 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
Everything that we spit on is platinum
But now it's on the love all the players and the
Yo it's a party going on me right at the club
We got some chickens in the living getting it on
And ain't leaving til six in the morning
out some people gettin' head while we on and
Tear the club up time we performin'
Gun up in your waist please shoot up the place
Because this shorty right lookin' good in my face
Hey yo it's so I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, like you remind me of my jeep

[Vegas
Only ballers be up in here
Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for haters
18 and I'm the dream go figure
How a nigga 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 when you get make it known who did it
It'll your fans hit the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter sweet for the fellers
Left out the club with her friend now she
Mad 'cause she chan't on the LS
Yeah she mad but a baller could care less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep
Got girl sayin' yo who he
So let's to Rockland's party

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z the dice let 'em go
Better know I tear down show 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 your broad I'm too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine mortify now pop that cork then 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 tell
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby but Jay-Z true that 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 this
All I wanna do is the loot
on players, come on players