Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

***gun loaded and
Y'all niggas throwin' ice cream, I'm hot shit

(Hussein Fatal)
Hussein, run a on ya, shank ya, buck
then slit ya throat and drip blood on my ???
we gone ride for this, my niggas die for
see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for
seizure done, I run wit' Warriorz
tryin' ta B-I-G, just not
frost the brick to get you niggas off the
gotta chain out cha range and my is sick
murda incorporated, of ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross
the Clair to North Bricks, that's why I talk slick
when Im hungry, I try ta chop a and get off quick
shut Junior MAF, Mobb Deep, Insane
you got beef with thiza, muthafuckas my name
keep the burnas, sleep wit burnas
when I catch you nigga course you eat the burna

(Napoleon)
I've bruised, battered and burned, lost in turf
and been ridin since the cemetary claimed they dirt
I love that they hurt, these niggas, Outlawz rush niggas
turn him to the side before they ass'll get nigga
head rush that fag ass clinked Napolean
send a kite to Puffy tell 'em Pac it's on again
shoot ????? in the dark in Jerz with the blood and sharks
fuck the mark, only one Napolean, It's me
here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me
ride on next to me, Outlaw War, layin' 'em on the floor
like the after party '99 Source Awards, I to the law
they jealous that we mash for more, I'm tryin to ride snakes
shake, smile and move, the law, they jealous that Moonie
bought a eight-fitty, a million'll send some hot shit they panties
we nigga, it's hard cause they hide nigga
and matter fact we suprise some niggas...Outlawz

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, niggas wannabe Yuk
niggas scared severly

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you with Tha Outlawz:
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuck the Regime:
(Nigga we ride)

Bitch!
Because... (You die)
And then... (He die)
But what... (It's a suicide)
Because... (Bitch we ride)

(Young Noble)
From Jersey City to Cali we the ruff
representin both sides camoflauge cloth
I'm in a line up like what ?????, up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the these niggas is weak
Nobility in the winter feelin' the heat
I got this Outlawz my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we kill you
or some lil that ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he like Pac was his pops
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz representin' ain't huggin' a
my gun tight aim it at my enemy nigga
say goodbye to kin, you ain't feelin' me nigga
its be done quick, see that you in Jepordy nigga
two shots to the head you can run if yo

(E.D.I.)
Noble, we still gone ride...

I sit and pray y'all, yeah ya'll when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you the law love you
and we praise 'em waitin' for our chance to
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but here's yo' chance to
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
fuck it, we smash the ball, you heard the call nigga
echo deep muthafuckas cant sleep
comin outta every jeep peep this
your man wasn't and neither is you
and if you I'm actin' tough we pumpin' three into you
newborn (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game made room for the
I see ya in the field, I pick 'em off easy
have ya momma at the funeral believe me
half of you fag niggas is time ridahs
some of the time killas, wit all of the squealaz

Hook 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you wit Rap-A-Lot:
(Nigga we ride)
If you wit *scratch overlapping lyrics*
(Nigga we ride)

Because... (You die)
And then... (He die)
But what... (It's suicide)
My nigga... (We ride)

(Yukmouth)
Bitch we gone
Thug Lord in this
Regime nigga...

Yuk plays and call the fuckin fire marshal
the arsenal with thug shit, ice sparkle (bling)
the Phantom take a slaughterer like Darth Maul
burn 'em charcoal, call me Draco, untouchable
remarkable, drink a whole bottle of and wobble
my follow, ain't no fair squabble (Regime Life!)
these skinny don't fight light 'em up with hollows
desperado got blood on the bottles make a nigga
a don't like Benny Blanco, for the crotch yo
let my go, I let the glock blow for chedda like nachos
recognize the Mob like HBO
niggas get played like pianos, rotten scandal
inner plan'll scramble, wit a hundred ki-s and ammo
get niggas handled, light 'em up, 'em out like candles
the Thug Lord has wit desciples in sandals
camels way across the land, supplyin' the vandals
my rhymes dismantle, click at foes, niggas say I act Pac
bitch nigga I rap like Pac, I just get dat like Pac
the west back like Pac, make a nigga gack a glock
ride like Pac, but the raps I rock is all original
Y'all pitiful, niggas makin on bitein shit
I get in it yo, break 'em off critical, the
lyrical, miracle, niggas lose rap and turn spiritual

Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade