Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

Uh, huh, I when 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 my town to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you down
Voice cry hot sounds tied cop twisters
lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in green
Some cats I know like to on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his
But yo put your hands up y'all love in here
It ain't but a thug affair
I'm at the bar thug money
Hustle much huh, they say I love carats like Bugs Bunny
So let's slide you got the right
Ju don I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the right
To the BM, rims are muy
It's R. Kelly 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 ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we

I used to be in Chitown and panties
When I'm in Cabrini green you I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo my people giving eye
Now them shorites say I'm when they can't stand me
R. Kelly yo I'm right 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 a party going on meet 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 time we performin'
Gun up in waist please don't shoot up the place
Because shorty right here lookin' good in my face
Hey yo it's so deep I told just last week
Uh huh, like you remind me of my jeep

[Vegas
ballers be allowed up in here
Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for haters
18 and I'm livin' the dream go
How a that's younger than you ice bigger
sweat that 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 make fans hit the stores and go get it
Now here a bitter sweet 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 could care less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep
Got girl sayin' yo who he
So ride to Rockland's party

Ghetto prone federal shake the dice let 'em go
Better know I tear down 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 much for the 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 to tell y'all
Here it is that rule biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is
Better school that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga jigga

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