Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

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

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

Come in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss
State gotta talk the city get hoarse
I'm the icin' on the cake, of the state
Guns, and weight, who you fuckin' wit dawg?

I'm a ruff ryder, weed
Gun totin' heroin
I'm a ruff on a low dawg
No calls, got my shit 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, of us could fire

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

I'm a more than 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 four guns on me, get and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all your homies

Live by the code of honor, stay armor
I treat beef like a album I could promote the
bustin' a hammer, sweatin' a smilin'
And I sure these motherfuckers'll 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' heroin
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

Dealin' with the ghost of the
You could sleep if you want and get with this toast in your ass
I'm the gangsta and a gentleman, I hope you the
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, and dash
Burn the car the body in it, bring you the ash
I get down on a hit I'm Sigel the cold

That sniffed up yo coke, I could bring you his nose
If he stole money from you P bring you his hands
The nigga too much, I bring 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' niggas is my only form of payment
Play it sweet I be in your house
L O X, mob holiday and I'm out
What,

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

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 a ryder, uh, faggots