Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some more niggas die an 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 I promise
And puff wear and listen to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas that was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't bout no doctor 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 paper feud, it's straight wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo
And wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga raps no
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop shit
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
Should've been speaking out of it it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my 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 mixed feelings about hussling shit
I saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch