Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Ruff Ryder

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

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

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

through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss
State talk till the city 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 totin' supplier
I'm a ruff ryder on a low
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 just dealin' the tension and stress, understand
I'm the school of hard knock and my suspension is death
I keep the P 89 shot in the coat
squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc

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

Live by the of honor, stay holdin' armor
I treat like a album I could promote the drama
Stay a hammer, sweatin' a smilin'
And I make these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the block money on his mind
And some bricks in his hand, P 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 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 fire

with the ghost of the past
You could sleep if you and get fucked 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 on the driver's face, window and dash
Burn the car with the body in it, you the ash
I get on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold

That nigga sniffed up yo coke, I could 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, need money to live

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

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

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

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 fire
I'm a ruff ryder, uh,