Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

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

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

I ain't droppin' nuttin' but that ugly
(C'mon)
Bite yo like I tried yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin'
Must really think I'm playin' but I'll be layin' you bluffin'
Look out, they done let crook out, and I took out
of yo' family, to have a fuckin' 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, 'til I know, how much is left
And curse all who will in the stench of death

Though on the day after I'm buried I will rise
fluid in my veins and blood, in my eyes
And them guys that was laughin' don't even 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 the vest and pull yo' chest
But what's a Ruff Ryder supposed to do, when you
you niggaz what you wantin', muh'fucker, nuttin'