Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

one?
(Swizz)
Another
(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 is on some real cruddy shit
About to yo' wig with some bloody shit

I ain't droppin' nuttin' but that shit
(C'mon)
Bite yo hand like I tried yo man 'cause you sayin' is nuttin'
Must really think I'm but I'll be layin' while 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 hit the leather
(C'mon)
I'ma say it, 'til I know, how strength is left
And curse all who breathe in the stench of death

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 even anymore
How many four-pound can yo' ass endure?

more, of that raw, stripped to the flesh
(What)
A pounds of pressure
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'