Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

Aiyyo these is crazy baby
They can't 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, 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 yo' wig with some bloody shit

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

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

Though on the sixth day after I'm I will rise
fluid in my veins 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, stripped to the
(What)
A pounds of pressure
Shit rip through the vest and pull yo' chest
But what's a Ruff Ryder to do, when you frontin'?
Give you niggaz you wantin', muh'fucker, nuttin'