Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

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

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

I droppin' nuttin' but that ugly shit
(C'mon)
Bite yo hand I tried yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin'
really think I'm playin' but I'll be layin' while you bluffin'
Look out, they done let that out, and I took 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 they hit the leather
(C'mon)
I'ma say it, I know, how much strength is left
And curse all who will in the stench of death

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

Twenty more, of that raw, to the flesh
(What)
A pounds of pressure
that rip through 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'