Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

Talk, holiday styles, SP or whatever you
A pound of weed, four guns and a litre of
Shoot niggas out they shoes, what? Come and with me
I can guarantee be makin' the news

P flows no nigga, twenty six but I'm a old nigga
make me fuck around and show niggas
How to leave a flat, twenty niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in head

Ain't a nigga you know could fuck the God
Rappin's just a hobby, gun a job
'Cuz the sickest niggas out is the niggas out
And I take 'em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house

Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the boss
State gotta talk till the get hoarse
I'm the icin' on the cake, gangsta of the
Guns, money and weight, who you wit dawg?

I'm a ruff ryder, weed
Gun heroin supplier
I'm a ruff ryder on a low
No calls, got my shit wired

I'm a ruff ryder, for my niggas
Hush for my niggas, all of us
I'm a ryder, you got a gun on you
I got a gun on me, both of us could

I'm just dealin' with the tension and stress,
I'm from the school of hard and my suspension is death
I keep the P 89 twenty in the coat
Better squeeze soon as you see me, you to loc

I'm a little more than itchy,
When it's time to splatter your mask or burst your
So go head and get your sons on me I give a fuck
Like I'm givin' up I got four guns on me, get down and dirty, all by my
I leave your brains on your block all around homies

by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
I treat beef like a album I promote the drama
bustin' a hammer, sweatin' a smilin'
And I make sure these regret while I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the block with on his mind
And some in his hand, P can't be stopped, what?

I'm a ruff ryder, weed
Gun totin' supplier
I'm a ruff ryder on a low
No phone calls, got my shit

I'm a ruff ryder, bust for my
for my niggas, all of us survivors
I'm a ryder, you got a gun on you
I got a gun on me, both of us could

Dealin' with the ghost of the
You could sleep if you want and get fucked this toast in your ass
I'm the and a gentleman, I hope you the best
And them clear the front seat and then choke you to death

the gun to the chair, try to open your chest
Get on the driver's face, window and dash
Burn the car with the in it, bring you the ash
I get down on a hit I'm Sigel the cold

That nigga sniffed up yo coke, I bring you his nose
If he stole money you P could bring you his hands
The nigga talk too much, I bring the of his mans
Need weed to calm down, need money to live

a watch 'cause my time is tickin'
Fuck a chain, I'm already
Fuck a gang, I'm already

Robbin' is my only form of steady payment
Play it sweet I might be in your
L O X, black mob and I'm out
What,

I'm a ruff ryder, smokin'
Gun totin' supplier
I'm a ruff on a low dawg
No phone calls, got my shit

I'm a ruff ryder, bust for my
Hush for my niggas, all of us
I'm a ryder, you got a gun on you
I got a gun on me, both of us could
I'm a ruff ryder, uh,