Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

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

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

Come in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss
State talk till the city get hoarse
I'm the icin' on the cake, of the state
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 phone calls, got my wired

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 just dealin' the tension and stress, understand
I'm from the school of knock and my suspension is death
I keep the P 89 shot in the coat
Better squeeze as you see me, you plottin' to loc

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

Live by the code of honor, stay armor
I treat like a album I could promote the drama
Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' a
And I make these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the with money on his mind
And some bricks in his hand, P be stopped, what?

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

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

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

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

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 the ears of his mans
Need weed to calm down, money to live life

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

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

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

I'm a ryder, bust 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 fire
I'm a ruff ryder, uh,