Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head

You don't gotta slap me or give me a hug
And it when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies
Cause I got'em looking for my album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't nothing that you can tell time on
ain't all good right now
Cause more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And puff wear and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go head you know we from y-o
Go head truly though go head though
Go head you know we hitting of hos
Go you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go truly though go head really though

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor
It ain't gone be one of those just yo clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna hope on our dicks and go yo bikes
And wear ruff tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking whore
Push my to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm quit after a couple of bricks
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a