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 slap me five or me a hug
And it when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm deal wit my enemies sooner
I got'em looking 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 you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some more die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And puff scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna hope on our dicks and go yo bikes
And wear 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 an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all 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 that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die mama me wit street clothes on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been 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 your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
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 kidnapping a