Luyện nghe bài hát Recognize

Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff,
Huh, Ryders
(Ryde or Die [unverified])
Don't get it y'all
(Yea, yea, yea [unverified])
Ruff
(Ta fuck I'm talking about here)

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

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

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

Niggas runnin' talkin' that Y2K shit
Crackheads'll gon' want that gray shit
why Ima always 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 money
And let me greed and Ima hoes for six and hash 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 twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
Don't get it twisted

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

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

I been most my life, don't ask me why
ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
I went to school high and I don't care what got
That shit excite me
I'm black and deadly and my just like me

And I'm to stick one of y'all on tour with the sheritten
See what yours can be mine without,
Give up your chains and them diamonds in your ear
Is it your family cryin' 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)
get it twisted y'all
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
Don't get it y'all

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

too young to die or too old to live [unverified] to bust your gun
Go home and your kid, I'm ashamed I sell crack
But I'ma for the moment
the consequence I'ma die with the omen

Two is better than one, three of the L.O.X.
Key in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
Father, Son, and Ghost of rap
3 in a 1 a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a
Ice is for my niggas but the heat is for

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
Don't get it twisted