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 niggas out they shoes, what? 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, niggas dead
No money, no jewels, bullets in head

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

Come through in the Porsche, the grittiest 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 ryder, weed smokin'
Gun totin' heroin
I'm a ruff ryder on a low
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, of us could fire

I'm just with the tension and stress, understand
I'm from the 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 little 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 givin' up I got four guns on me, get and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave brains on your block all around your homies

by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
I treat beef like a album I could the drama
Stay bustin' a hammer, a smilin'
And I sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin'
I'm the hustler on the block money on his mind
And bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what?

I'm a ruff ryder, smokin'
Gun heroin supplier
I'm a ruff 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 could

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

the gun to the chair, try to open your chest
Get blood on the 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 from you P could you his hands
The nigga talk too much, I bring the of his mans
weed to calm down, need money to live life

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

Robbin' niggas is my only of steady payment
Play it sweet I might be in house
L O X, black mob 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, 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 fire
I'm a ruff ryder, uh,