Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You gotta 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 album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't 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 like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something down I
And puff wear scarmas and listen to thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping guns
An we coming outside cause gotta die

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

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor
It ain't gone be one of 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 wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no the cops
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay nasty like 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 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 my weed 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 sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop
But I got no kidnapping a bitch