Luyện nghe bài hát Fright Night

Attention please, attention
Can I have everybody's attention
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, now official baby
It's another head

Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the MP so much my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in
All my thugs in the start wildin' in here

Now put bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and keep it tight like liposuction
Niggas that don't me get the knife for frontin'
'Cause one night in the club gets your on crutches

You got that whodie, I'll that forty
Flyin' in the 5 the top back on it
Stop that shorty, I know you me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me

Plus you don't me money, so stop the rumors
you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or Die two, smash the charts
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, oh

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Y'all try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we be here to present

Y'all niggas with some other to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all the heat
Feed y'all niggas gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat

And make you how poncho will play the Congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm living for and livin' tomorrow

up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right in the impalo
Yo, the general Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly burials

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump baby on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out
S W I two Z's bang out
out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that out flicks

Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of
Thinkin' of extortin', your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck snortin'

My bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
Yo Swizz, I you stole, whoa, listen man
Mindin' my business will you a missin' man

See the and hand, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga don't ask me no more about you hear
Just scream and shout and just in here

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump baby on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get your up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get hands up, what, now all my ladies do it
Get your up, what, now let me walk you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, baby come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me you through it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump come on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

Ohh, now on
Scream, jump baby on
Get your hands up, what, now all my do it
Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you it

New York, they ain't for it
A T L, they ain't for it
Oh, oh, oh, ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ready for it

My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear