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 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 some bloody shit

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

But kind of get-together, is it when everyone get hit together
Or when I'm in the chair, before they hit the leather
(C'mon)
I'ma say it, 'til I know, how much is left
And all who will 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 that was laughin' don't even anymore
How many four-pound can yo' ass endure?

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