Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

Aiyyo niggaz is crazy baby
They can't fuck the Dog
(Ya know)
Yo swizz,
(My nigga)
Swizz, swizz,

Another
(Swizz)
one?
(Another one?)
Are we bein' greedy or
I don't so

C'mon baby, you don't know these streets is, that bad
They'll find yo' but in pieces
the beast is on some real cruddy shit
About to split yo' wig with some shit

I ain't nuttin' but that ugly shit
(C'mon)
Bite yo hand like I yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin'
Must really think I'm playin' but be layin' while you bluffin'
Look out, they done let crook out, and I took out
Enough of yo' family, to have a fuckin'

But what kind of get-together, is it when get hit together
Or when I'm in the chair, before they hit the leather
(C'mon)
I'ma say it, 'til I know, how strength is left
And curse all who will in the stench of death

Though on the sixth day after I'm buried I rise
fluid in my veins and blood, in my eyes
And them that was laughin' don't even smile anymore
How many rounds can yo' ass endure?

Twenty more, of that raw, stripped to the
(What)
A thousand pounds of
Shit rip through the vest and pull yo' chest
But what's a Ruff supposed to do, when you frontin'?
Give you what you wantin', muh'fucker, nuttin'