Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all 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
Things ain't all good now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl
Puff and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody die

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

Now I warned y'all that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
Read to kill, worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, straight hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only 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 cash flo and pop

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