Luyện nghe bài hát Recognize

Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff, Ruff,
Huh, Ruff
(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)
get it twisted 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 wait to hear over premier
Kill you on tape, then it over a beer
'Cause you ain't nothing but a with expensive footage
That's the reason they leave you with expensive bullets

non of y'all better than lox
Have all of y'all dressed up in a dead in a box
Me and my niggas get redder 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 y'all on jay dick

Too for MTV, not black enough for BET
let me be
Give me all my money
And let me greed and Ima have 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
get it twisted y'all

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

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

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
shit don't excite me
I'm black and deadly and my just like me

And I'm quick to stick one of on tour with the sheritten
See what yours can be mine without,
Give up chains and them little diamonds in your ear
Is it worth 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
get it twisted y'all

If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter here
You know P would his bag and just leave next year
But I got a son to so I'ma stay in this hell
And I gotta gun to blaze if you 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 [unverified] to your gun
Go home and mold 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
in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my niggas but the heat is for

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