Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

Go head you we getting plenty of dough
Go head you we lighting plenty of dro
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head though go head really though
Go you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly 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 bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I don't a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the an cop y'all shit
time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like flo and elian's pop

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