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])
Ryders
(Ta fuck I'm about right here)

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

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

Ain't non of y'all better lox
Have all of dressed 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 still want 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 all of y'all stay on jay dick

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

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

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

I been drunk most my life, ask me why
Through ninth grade, I go to high school
I went to school high and I don't what y'all got
That shit don't me
I'm black and deadly and my just 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 little diamonds in ear
Is it worth family cryin' and the doctor yellin', clear?

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

If I knew had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know P pack his bag and just leave next year
But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this
And I gotta gun to 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 [unverified] to bust gun
Go home and mold your kid, I'm I sell crack
But I'ma for the moment
the consequence I'ma die with the omen

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
in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
Ice is for my but the heat is for y'all

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 y'all