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, wanna keep up shit
But it's all watch me do this shit

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to
R. got some thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot tied down cop twisters
lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in green
Some cats I like to splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the out his fist
But yo put your hands up y'all love in here
It shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spendin' money
much huh, they say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny
So slide you got the right thong
Ju don I'm all night long
The DJ all the right songs
To the BM, rims are muy
It's R. Kelly killer
can you dig now
Next you see him yo he lay Mr. Big style

R. Kelly]
To all my and my thugs, to the all the honeys 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 class flights, we ride, we ride

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

[Vegas
Only ballers be allowed up in
Moneymakers got my thug niggas my rear for player haters
18 and I'm livin' the dream go
How a nigga younger than you ice bigger
Don't sweat stick the rap nigga try that
Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit
And when you get it known baby who did it
It'll make fans hit the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter sweet for the fellers
Left out the club her friend now she jealous
Mad 'cause she chan't on the LS
Yeah she kinda mad but a baller care less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going 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 every show better known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big say it y'all all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lot of men switch up cars like Rodman's hair
And hit your broad I'm borderline too 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 what floss 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 true that is
Better that kid on whose 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 make the
Come on players, on players