Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

Go head you we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting 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 plenty of shows
Go head you know we from y-o
Go truly though go head really though

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

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you the p spitting it's a deep ass song
When I die mama me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've been 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 my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch