Luyện nghe bài hát We Gonna Ride

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4 3 2 1

x8 (c-murder)

Tru niggas gonna (we gonna ride or die)

1: (c-murder)

Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I them hoes
I smoke weed, you bleed and it's time to go
And I walk with the league what gangstas do
And say where them dollars at? gansta boo
And skee mask on the muthafucken dash my
if you see me that's yo' muthafuckin' ass my nigga
And mr. magic got that for yo' ass my nigga
Take off my mask, so you can see my laugh my
I represent that 3 nigga, so fuck you claim
New orleans is the place I slang my caine
Red rum, red rum (nigga) look who tried to harm me
I told you muthafuckas no is the army (what? ) (what? )
If I die, never cry, see the hate in my eye
It's to ride, muthafucka bye (bye) bye (bye)
I told you don't fuck with tru,
It was a dumb nigga, now I'm fuckin wit you, biotch

(chorus x8)

down:
(muthafucka, muthafucka) 4 3 2 1

2: (magic)

They got to me to get to you
Before leave, i'ma have them bitches black and blue, believe that
Muthafucka you heard of us?
Tru I die, man we muthafuckin' murderous
>from the where them hoes crazy, niggas shady
But I maintain, cause no one could fade me
Tru records is the next (what? ) cause we the (what? )
If you don't so, then you could get the fuck fuck
I'm here to get you riders, so nigga what
And I stopin' til we tear the fuckin' club up
So where my niggas at? actin' fool
And where the bitches at? em' that bithces rule
I see you sweatin', clothes lookin' wet
Dick so hard that you can't catch your breath
your herb nigga and get your drink on
You gave the party, everybody got their on

(chorus x8)

C-murder

My (my nigga)
(what's up? ) or die muthafucka
Tru records (you me? )
(what's up? what's up? ) for the tru souljas tru niggas (you me? )
Honk horn nigga, cause I'm comin' to pick you up magic
(what's up get real)
I say what's up to all the deadly apostles outhere
My nigga macadon, tom the st. t (saint thomas), you dig?
My nigga g'boe, my nigga sam (the calliope) what's up
Crazy from forever, beelow (whoa) (beelow)
All the muthafuckin' clubs playin' my shit, you
(you know that, you that, the real shit)
The west, marine, you dig?
Whats up ke'noe (deadly sounds)
Ha (what? ) this shit out here boy,
We gonna or die, tru for life, you dig?
Pause, me out

Chorus x8 fade