Luyện nghe bài hát We Ride

Uh, huh, I remember I back in the days when I ain't got shit
But now that I got shit, niggas keep up shit
But it's all watch me do this shit

Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock
Voice cry hot tied down cop twisters
Shop with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in green
Some cats I know like to splurge on wrists
But my man man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo put your hands up y'all it's in here
It ain't shit but a affair
I'm at the bar thug money
Hustle much huh, say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny
So slide you got the right thong
Ju don know I'm all long
The DJ playing all the right
To the BM, rims are muy
It's R. killer camp
can you dig now
Next time you see him yo he lay Mr. Big

R. Kelly]
To all my players and my thugs, to the all the honeys in the
To all the that show me love, we ride, we ride
To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the
first class flights, we ride, we ride

I used to be in Chitown and panties
When I'm in Cabrini green you know I hit
out yo my people giving eye jammies
Now them shorites say I'm cute they can't stand me
R. yo I'm right from the belly you know the soul
that we spit on is platinum gold
But now it's on the love all the players and the
Yo it's a party going on me right at the club
We got some chickens in the living room it on
And they ain't til six in the morning
Thugged out some people head while we on and
Tear the club up every we performin'
Gun up in your waist please shoot up the place
Because this shorty here lookin' good in my face
Hey yo it's so I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, it's you remind me of my jeep

[Vegas
Only be allowed up in here
Moneymakers got my thug niggas my rear for player haters
18 and I'm livin' the go figure
How a nigga that's younger than you ice
Don't sweat that the rap nigga try that
Call my R. Kell if you need a hit black
And when you get make it known who did it
It'll make your fans hit the and go get it
Now here come a bitter note for the fellers
Left out the club with her friend now she
Mad she chan't ride on the LS
Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could less
While you sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep
Got your girl yo who he
So let's ride to party

Ghetto prone federal Jay-Z shake the let 'em go
Better know I tear down every show known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big Rolls say it y'all all I need is four
I'm hotter than a lot of men switch up cars like Rodman's hair
And hit your broad I'm too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown like what floss like of course mine what
cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is
Better that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P jigga

[R.
get together and make this loot
All I wanna do is make the
on players, come on players