Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

Another
(Swizz)
Another
(Another one?)
Are we bein' or what?
I think so

C'mon baby, like you don't know these is, that bad
find yo' body but in pieces
'Cause the is on some real cruddy shit
About to split yo' wig with some bloody

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 I'll be while you bluffin'
Look out, they done let that crook out, and I out
Enough of yo' family, to have a fuckin'

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

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

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