Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

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

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

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

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

Though on the sixth day after I'm buried I rise
Enbalmin' fluid in my veins and blood, in my
And them guys that was laughin' don't smile anymore
How many rounds can yo' ass endure?

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