Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Ride

Nigga that shit together
Like sweaty ass cheeks,

Keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta

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

Here ye, here ye, all the hawgs
Fresh outta the tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the on the ghetto
Rollin' through residents

Runnin' the scene is the king of the cars
Thugged out in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of gangstas, none of them let me see up
throw ya heaterz up

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

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

yeah, the motherfucking villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the,
Look at g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here the Villain with another heater
With Dub nigga in the two-seater

On my while I west west y'all
Grab that microphone and I test y'all
Villian baritone be all over y'all

Who ball with that Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm hustling
Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches love me

I bang, I wanna ride
I slang, from 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

I wanna bang, I wanna
I slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the fall off
And let these motherfuckers know 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 rock it, let your flag hang from your back

on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em
Eat me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
I y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?
you could say who?

Nigga why I smack all the spit out of you
Beat the shit out of you, get at 'em dumping,
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls
and thumb it, quick run
This shit Dub-Cee runnin'

Here son, steady pumping I come through
Y'all think y'all rollies, them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these 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 fucking thing you want
And we can get it ass nigga, if we don't

Who that nigga that you with?
When you want to hear some nigger shit
the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your nigga ren with it
need to quit it

This shit legendary, around
With it and yo get buried
first born and that bitch you just married
Who give a pop that baby, she just carried

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

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

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 know they peel us off

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