Luyện nghe bài hát Recognize

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

Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted
(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
Kill you on tape, then watch it a beer
'Cause you ain't nothing but a with expensive footage
That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive

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

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

Too for MTV, not black enough 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)
get it twisted 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

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

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

I been drunk my life, don't 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 don't 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 can be mine without, inherittin'
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)
Don't get it twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
Don't get it twisted

If I knew heaven had a ghetto was sweeter than here
You know P would pack his bag and just next year
But I got a son to so I'ma stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to if you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
We the niggas that's gon' leave 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 Ghost of rap
3 in a 1 a gun and usin' it dog
Dope in a six, 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 twisted
Recognize, recognize,
(Ruff Ryders)
L O X
get it twisted y'all