Luyện nghe bài hát Make It for The Ruff

Naaah, dis kid can't be from !!

[maestro fresh wes & showbiz]
We make it for the wild, we it for the ruff
We it for the people that can never get enough
We make it for the wild, we it for the ruff
We make it for the that can never get enough

[maestro wes]
Everybody go side to side, and glide to the
Turn yourself around and your backbone slide
Lt drops the needle on the
Things are getting of drastic
But I want to make a mill, so I stay still
I got to a classic
No need to ask if the radio's blast it
to the brass, whip a kick a fram
'til the lamb to the other lamb, now spastic
I've never made a in my life
But if wesley snipe, he guarentee to your life
On the mic mech I'm rifling, I be stifling
You gonharea, I'm
I a stud but the hotties at the club whistle
Never dropped a dud, drizzles like a scud missle
'cause on the scene I'm much (yeah)
And I'm to blow the fuck up like hiroshima
I to see the party peple move to the rhythmn
As I flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are and I flip the script
going to go like this

[maestro fresh
It's the return of the sperm
And the of the boner diploma
wes is taking over
I can't like boyz ii men or jodeci
But women take a shower they get off the phone with me
I stalk skins and I rock skins on box springs
They clinging my for offspring
But don't understand me, I got to see the ramsey
Before I see the bamsey, but that's besides the point
All I really want to do is rock the
I'm big and I'm bad, it's too easy for a nigga to brag
So what I try to do is toss a zig and a zag and zig again
Just like my jimmy king of michigan
I'm dropping punks like
Even pops will say (fresh wes is phenomenal)
See, I even got your dad on the
As I kick flavs on the mic
Show's beats are crisp and I flip the
It's going to go this

x2

[maestro wes]
(we you maestro)
Yeah, what my fans will shout
But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my out
there's more up my sleave
And mobb deep said (it's the flav for the non-believe)
I the show like a larsonist
the microphone like an arsonist
Don't ask me if I'm fresh, 'cause obvious
So applause to this, defness
Because you freshness is next to godliness
is a lander, a commander
When the microphone's in my hand it is
on a podium, I'm showing, blowing them up
Like I'm nitrate, as I shake the auditorium
So just to the rhythmn
As I flavs on the mic mechanism
Show's beats are crisp and I the script
It's to go like this

x2

Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, going out to farley flex, definitive
You what I'm saying
Raggamuffin rascalz, the migraine making it for the ruff yo
Ltd makes it for the
fdrk is making it for the ruff
Lord is making it for the ruff
My man
Showbix and ag are definitely making it for the
And in you don't know by now the maestro fresh wes
Is it for the ruff, yo
'93 blowing up like the world trade
I'm out