Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you
But I'm deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I looking for my solo album 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 bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
can stop acting like that nigga 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 more guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, worry bout no doctor bill
It gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go yo bikes
And wear ruff tees, motherfucker please
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop 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 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 it's a ass song
I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I can't stop building and I pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch