Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

Talk, styles, SP or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a of booze
Shoot niggas out shoes, what? Come and fuck with me
I can you'll be makin' the news

P like no nigga, twenty six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me around and show niggas
How to leave a room flat, twenty dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in their

a nigga you know could fuck with the God
Rappin's just a hobby, gun a job
'Cuz the niggas out is the bitchiest niggas out
And I could take 'em on the street and whip 'em in the house

Come through in the Porsche, the grittiest boss
State gotta till the city get hoarse
I'm the on the cake, gangsta of the state
Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' wit

I'm a ryder, weed smokin'
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, of us could fire

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

I'm a little more than itchy,
When it's 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 four guns on me, get down and dirty, all by my
I leave your brains on your block all your homies

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

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

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, both of us could

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a ruff ryder, weed
Gun totin' 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 a ruff ryder, uh,