Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Wanna Ride

[Slay
How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the
down, you know and Black paid now
Niggas, see we be thugged out, 2
Muthafuckas stay out the way now, that foolishness
I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem and clips
Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, get yo wig split
Black guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don't be we jus rappin
You saw would happen, gun blastin
Squeezin off til I'm the one

2x
You gone ride - It Outside
You gone die - It Outside
You gone cry - Take It
It Outside, Take It Outside

Now if you wanna or die, then try
but let me get high so that my can fly
Because I'm that kinda guy, people wonder why
I'm so violent, the N.L. move in silent
in other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep
187 will be yo last beep
I bring that N.O. heat heat, to the
toe tag yo feet, yo
I treat ya a prostitute, and fuck ya up
A roughneck nigga ruff ya up
Like a quick car wash, I'll ya up
Cause I at ya'll like sittin ducks
Boy you understand that I'm the man
wit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and ghetto fans
At first you was me to keep it trill
But now they know is real
One hundred and eighty seven
I remember when my pockes were full of
All my real like next to kin
So me is like testin them, now what!
I guess it's buck ya'll
I it's time for the second line
My cd was "Trapped in Crime"
so you already know on my mind

[Black
What
Say I had 16
How many can drive 16 cars
Go up in the club, thuggin, and 16 broads
Take em home, and fuck em all in 16
(haha they know)
Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta niggas
from Desire be, on the of N-O L-I-M-I-T
or T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, game dude
who can spit it than me?
Ever seen a nigga blown (chest blown)
he gotta vest on (vest on)
Nigga up to yo dogg witta dress on
and start spittin some shit, that'll you at the
chest (chest bone)
You wit the wrong click
We gotta army of who don't give a fuck who u
run wit bitch, get cha wig
Think it's a game, but it aint, Felon, Slay
Sean, and C
Bustin on some of T-R-U shit

Nigga it outside, I was born to represent
Tru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this
Catch me in the cut, G' Nikes, up
Mean mug on my grill, I dont give a fuck
Who want what, get stuck
I don't play around, in the back akin wit both
up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristband
understand the game cold but got when it met me
I came to put it down, put ya face where ya be
And I don't run, it's the same where you met me
Sean, Black, and C my click, so don't sweat me
I get up in yo face, nigga, so test me
Hard to get at me, but try ya
I make niggas stutter and I em stuck
When this come on, watch em all get buck
Traci just represented is you warin or