Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks y'all niggas 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
Things all good right now
some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping guns
An we coming outside cause somebody die

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

Now I warned 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 those just yo casket
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go yo bikes
And ruff 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 don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
Only time I cop 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 nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die mama me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for
So I got feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch