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 kill a nigga you love
But I'm deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't want that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some more 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 misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody die

Go head you we getting 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 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 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, worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum 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 wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a ass song
When I die 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, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a