Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

Aiyyo niggaz is crazy baby
They fuck with the Dog
(Ya know)
Yo swizz,
(My nigga)
Swizz, swizz,

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

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

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

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

Though on the sixth day after I'm buried I rise
Enbalmin' fluid in my and blood, in my eyes
And them guys was laughin' don't even smile anymore
How many four-pound rounds can yo' ass

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