Luyện nghe bài hát We Gone Ride

(Hussien Fatal):

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

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

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

(Yukmouth)
Fake ass, soldier niggas Yuk
Y'all scared severly

1 (Yukmouth):

Bitch!
If you fuck 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 we startin the ruff
representin both sides camoflauge cloth
I'm in a up like what ?????, Outlawin' up
hog tiein' 'em up, Yuk what the fuck these is weak
Nobility in the niggas feelin' the heat
I got Outlawz across my belly, never surrender
if you cross Tha Don Makaveli we gone you
or some lil nigga ain't never met Pac
who wanted revenge, he felt like Pac was his
a thug father, the lil nigga was
Outlawz ain't huggin' a slump
hold my gun tight aim it at my nigga
say goodbye to your kin, you feelin' me nigga
its gone be done quick, see you in Jepordy nigga
two to the head you can run if yo figure

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

I still sit and pray y'all, yeah when we hustle
can't a muthafucka touch you when the law you
and we praise 'em for our chance to burn
muthafuckas greedy bankin' but yo' chance to learn
stuck in a can of worms, bad and all
fuck it, we smash burn the ball, you heard the nigga
Outlawz echo deep cant sleep
comin every jeep bitch peep this
your man shit and neither is you
and if you think I'm actin' tough we pumpin' into you
thugs (**humf**) can't hold weight but still
lallygaggin in the game room for the real
I see ya crew in the field, I 'em off easy
have ya at the funeral queezy believe me
half of you fag niggas is part time
of the time killas, wit all of the time squealaz

Repeat 1

2 (Yukmouth):
If you fuckin' wit
(Nigga we ride)
If you fuckin' wit 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 in this bitch
Regime nigga...

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

Hook 1 and 2 x2 until fade