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 I'm talking 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 y'all
(Yea, yea, yea [unverified])

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gon' gamble with life, when I launch these torpedoes
That'll shoot the crack out your ass [unverified]
Just me and my gambino's as fuck
With a parking lot DVD in a trunk

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

And I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour with the
See what yours can be mine without,
Give up your chains and them little diamonds in ear
Is it worth your family and the doctor 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 y'all
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
get it twisted y'all

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

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

Two is than 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
in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas but the 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 y'all
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
get it twisted y'all