Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff ryder nigga, 2
We show the meaning of ryde 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 gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that niggas can climb on
Don't bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want that you can tell time on
Things ain't all right now
some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some
Y'all gon make me lay something down I
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

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

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

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like piss
If you the p spitting it's a deep ass song
I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes 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 weed or fucking your
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch