Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga shit coming together
Like ass cheeks, nigga

it gangsta y'all
Keep it gangsta

My niggaz thug out, you drugged out
These getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, we chromed out
to bomb out

Here ye, ye, calling all the hawgs
outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the on the ghetto
Rollin' through y'all

Runnin' the scene this is the of the cars
out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, of them let me see up
Ridaz ya heaterz up

Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've gone
But now I'm back to get my on
Swang with the game as I out and touch ya
Turn the cup up and get on this motherfucker

Mayday, mayday, in charge
Calling out cars, calling out
Dip, skip through the with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
out the SS workin' all them angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and got my homeboy

Hell yeah, the villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here come the with another heater
With motherfucking Dub nigga in the

On my nuts while I west y'all
that microphone and I test test y'all
Villian be like all over y'all

Who wanna ball with that nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm hustling
Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches don't me

I wanna bang, I wanna
I slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can till the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they gotta us off

I wanna bang, I ride
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the fall off
And let these motherfuckers they gotta peel us off

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, at it
With da-da-day, da-da-day
Dub it, let your flag hang from your back pocket

Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't of 'em
Eat with me, eat my but y'all can't get rid of me
I heard y'all C-Walking now, who taught you?
you could say who?

Nigga why I oughta smack all the out of you
the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my blunted
and thumb it, quick run
This gangsta shit Dub-Cee

Here son, steady pumping I through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause of y'all can hold it

We got the
(We got the bitches)
We got the
(We got the riches)

We got the
(We hit the switches)
We got every thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

We got the
(We got the bitches)
We got the
(We got the riches)

We got the
(We hit the switches)
We got every thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

Who that nigga that you fucking
When you want to hear some nigger shit
Call the villain and bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren it
Y'all need to it

This legendary, fuck around
With it and yo mama get
Your born and that bitch you just married
Who give a fuck pop that baby, she carried

Hubbin' all like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gon' talk about the villain, you a
Bitin' every time you bust, who all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak better say us

So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my
a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
Hate my clique, 'cause I won't hit
A nigga that I ain't fucking

I wanna bang, I ride
I wanna slang, the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball the wheels fall off
And let these motherfuckers know they gotta us off

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