Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

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

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You wanna hope on our and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick 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 I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama 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 fucking wit the savages, kicking the
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of it flip
my clip 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 after a of bricks
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch