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 nigga

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it when 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 rocks that y'all niggas can 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
ain't all good right now
Cause some niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum 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, motherfucker
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
time I cop y'all 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 always
But the floor stay nasty hallway piss
If you here the p spitting a deep ass song
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was wit the savages, kicking 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 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 shit
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 kidnapping a bitch