Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

[krs-one] * echoing*
you dope? want this title?
Then you better come up or step off!

[freddie
Yo check out, all jokes aside
Let's get

Word! blastmaster in the house
Hah, everybody for some reason be a gangsta
You don't know nuttin about bein no

[freddie
Worrrrrrrd up! check this out
is freddie f-o-x-x-x
And guess next

Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
Every wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it dat
But ahh, now dis a krs, me nah dat
When me open up to work, I put a on me back
Then me, fly all around the world
Krs, the artical, is not to be from patois*]
with, ? with, or tampered with
Don't a fuck if you wanna riff
But when you say kris, already of kris
My eyebrows lift and that ass I get (huh)
As a matter of fact, I attack,
Set back, your career, like a
That broke his back, my is like a bat
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, come with your pack
be prayin to the God of isaac
So freddie foxxx, time to get tough [uh-huh]
Just, get on the mic and get ruff,

foxxx]
Soon as I flex, I'm about to rip up shop
the return of the hip-hop master, freddie the foxxx
(bo!) rappers that see me, even speak, just walk
Cause I'm the maddest in new york (hah!)
I see a rapper in the crowd that I like
I wanna fight, so I drop the mic
I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to
(suckers) wanna be pimps
How I heard it said that a pimp'll his ass
If his hoe won't, but freddie don't
Cover your chest g, you better a bulletproof vest see
Cause I'm about to leave this place a mess
Open hearts on the as I explore
Rappers that wanted to be more than number
Number a hard spot; either you fight
Or get shot, so this is I got (bo!)
tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades
And I aim to get paid!
So who wanna step to this, don't come
i'ma straight up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And when the cops to get me
I'ma take a body, and bop ten cops with me
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers smack
About who's nice, and whack, motherfuck that
know my style, and my rep, every stage
That I stepped on - I was the rapper they on
But y'all rappers keep sleepin - when they plant
Bombs in your house, wake you up and punch you
In your motherfuckin mouth, knock wife out
your sons to safety, cause they're just kids
And I wanna em to face me
And when get a little bigga
I'ma mark them little niggaz, and put their
On the trigger -- homicide, call the vice
rapper and his family with no life
Yeah you're mr. tough and, you're of stuff and
And freddie caught you bluffin
I got you in my torture and you scream
Oh God damn, it's like _silence of the
But I mangle em and eat em
I take mc's to the war zone, and I defeat em
It gets much worse, with verse
As the f-o-x-x-x, hurts!
Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes,
You suckers my name!
Aiyyo kris! I'm rhymin long enough (say )
Get on the mic and get ruff,

This is the year I go all out (why? )
Edutainment's what I'm all (and)
I don't eat with the sauerkraut (cause)
Because I don't eat pork the tail to the snout
(well it) get on down, to the hip hip hop
Before I start, peace to larock! (word)
Now let me drop the that has action
Cause many mc's don't believe rappin
They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their
This is not, hip-hop is meant to be (word up)
I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore
For the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on feet
(kick it) I don't compete, I and delete ya
Then critique ya, all mc's retreat, comes the t'cha
suckers like smuckers
Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm like the movie
I hide inside your right hand man, when you you got me
Bam! my head comes out your
A mess of nastyness
Chunks of bloody flesh, yes krs on the
Specialize in rhyme style, you simply add water
Evian, I pull the then
Ring-ding-ding,
Back in the days, I +south bronx+
The juice crew got stomped, lick two
Pom! pom! it was magic's fault
Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a
wack, when a sucker dj babbles on
Soupin up to battle on song
That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the
In 1992 the it ain't plastic
Everybody know, bdp, is fantastic, burn like
Credit card plastic, like elastic
and respect is the tactic
Bam! in your motherfuckin
Krs in the
I never liked to bitches and hoes anyway
(fi-yah!)

[freddie
Well you know I like hoes, cause I'm a
But I don't the wack tracks, youknowhati'msayin?
And for all your out there
underestimate the militant mack, get the bo-zack
You know what I (word) word!

You know
Every wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya dey is wack
posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya dey is wack

[freddie
Yes.. fresh.. for you suckers * echoes *

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to *