Luyện nghe bài hát Recognize

Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff,
Huh, Ryders
(Ryde or Die [unverified])
get it twisted y'all
(Yea, yea, yea [unverified])
Ruff
(Ta fuck I'm about right here)

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it y'all
(Yea, yea, yea [unverified])
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
(Yea, yea, yea [unverified])

Now I know you couldn't to hear kiss over premier
you on tape, then watch it over a beer
'Cause you ain't nothing but a movie expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive

Ain't non of y'all better lox
all of y'all dressed up in a suit dead in a box
Me and my get redder than fox
And I don't care if I you I still want head of the drop

runnin' round talkin' that Y2K shit
Crackheads'll still gon' want that shit
That's why Ima cop the yay quick
So I suggest all of y'all stay on jay

Too hard for MTV, not black for BET
let me be
Give me all my royalty
And let me greed and Ima have hoes for six and for three

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it y'all
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
get it twisted y'all

Ayo, I give it to you point your moms place
So like point break with a mask on with presidents
Clear my space, when big Sheek the boards
y'all ain't just mark niggas, whole mark niggas
With all that soft ass might as well be in, cards

You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch torpedoes
That'll shoot the crack out your ass casinos
Just me and my gambino's drunk as
With a time parking lot DVD in a

I drunk most my life, don't ask me why
Through ninth grade, I ain't go to school
I went to high and I don't care what y'all got
That shit don't me
I'm black and and my burner just like me

And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on with the sheritten
See what can be mine without, inherittin'
Give up your chains and them little in your ear
Is it worth your family cryin' and the yellin', clear?

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
get it twisted y'all

If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter here
You know P would pack his bag and just leave next
But I got a son to raise so I'ma in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze if you with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
We the that's gon' leave with the pot at the end

Never too young to die or too old to [unverified] to bust your gun
Go home and mold your kid, I'm ashamed I sell
But I'ma ryde for the
Know the consequence I'ma die with the

Two is better one, there's three of the L.O.X.
Key in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
Father, Son, and Holy of rap
3 in a 1 seein' a gun and it dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, in a four
Ice is for my but the heat is for y'all

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it y'all
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L to the O to the X

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
Don't get it y'all