Luyện nghe bài hát Bugout

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

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

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

I droppin' nuttin' but that ugly shit
(C'mon)
Bite yo like I tried yo man 'cause what you sayin' is nuttin'
Must really think I'm playin' but be layin' while you bluffin'
Look out, they let that crook out, and I took out
Enough of yo' family, to a fuckin' cookout

But what kind of get-together, is it 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 much is left
And curse all who will breathe in the stench of

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

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