Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

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

a nigga you know could fuck with 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 street and straight whip 'em in the

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

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

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 could

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

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

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

I'm a ruff ryder, smokin'
Gun totin' heroin
I'm a ruff on a low dawg
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, both of us could

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

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

That nigga 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, need to live life

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

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

I'm a ryder, weed smokin'
Gun heroin supplier
I'm a ruff ryder on a low
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, of us could fire
I'm a ruff ryder, uh,