Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I got shit
But now that I got shit, 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 down cop
Shop with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in Cabrini
Some cats I like to splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his
But yo put your hands up it's love in here
It ain't shit but a thug
I'm at the bar spendin' money
Hustle much huh, say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny
So slide you got the right thong
Ju don know I'm all night
The DJ playing all the right
To the BM, rims are muy
R. Kelly killer camp
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 honeys in the
To all the hoods that 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 green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo my people eye jammies
Now them shorites say I'm cute when they stand me
R. yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul
Everything that we on is platinum gold
But now it's on the love all the players and the
Yo it's a party going on meet me at the club
We got some chickens in the living getting it on
And they ain't til six in the morning
Thugged out some people gettin' head we on and
the club up every 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 so deep I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, it's you remind me of my jeep

[Vegas
Only ballers be allowed up in
Moneymakers got my thug watchin' my rear for player haters
18 and I'm livin' the go figure
How a nigga younger than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that the rap nigga try that
Call my nigga R. Kell if you 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 come a bitter sweet note for the
Left out the club her friend now she jealous
Mad she chan't ride on the LS
Yeah she mad but a baller could care less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep
Got your sayin' yo who he
So ride to Rockland's party

Ghetto prone Jay-Z shake the dice let 'em go
Better know I tear down every better known cheddar prone
Like the big Rolls say it y'all all I need is four bars
I'm than a lot of men switch up cars 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 cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like what floss mine like of course mine
Never cross my family can we all get along no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got your daddy but Jay-Z true that is
Better school that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be V-I-P jigga

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