Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

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

[freddie
Yo check this out, all jokes
get busy

Word! blastmaster krs-one in the
Hah, for some reason wanna be a gangsta
You know nuttin about bein no gangsta

[freddie
Worrrrrrrd up! aiyyo check out
This is freddie
And guess next

Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju dem is wack
posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
They pon the mic, an' wan fi do it like dat
But ahh, now dis a krs, me nah dat
When me open up to work, I put a cape on me
me, fly all around the emcee world
Krs, the artical, is not to be [*changes from
Fucked with, ? with, or tampered
Don't give a if you wanna riff
But when you say kris, already derivative of
My eyebrows and that ass I get with (huh)
As a matter of fact, I attack,
Set back, your career, a quarterback
That broke his back, my is like a bat
eye'll get black, you'll need an icepack (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, come with whole pack
You'll be to the God of isaac
So freddie foxxx, it's 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
It's the return of the hip-hop master, freddie the
(bo!) rappers that see me, even speak, just walk
Cause I'm the nigga in new york (hah!)
I see a rapper in the that I don't like
I wanna fight, so I drop the mic
I'ma off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip
(suckers) wanna be pimps
How I heard it that a pimp'll sell his ass
If his hoe won't, but freddie foxxx
Cover your chest g, you better wear a vest see
Cause I'm about to leave place a motherfuckin mess
Open hearts on the as I explore
Rappers that wanted to be than number four
one's a hard spot; either you fight
Or get shot, so this is I got (bo!)
Three tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor
And I aim to get paid!
So who step to this, don't come soft
Cause i'ma up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And when the come to get me
I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten with me
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk
About who's nice, and who's whack, that
They know my style, and my rep, stage
That I stepped on - I was the they slept on
But y'all rappers sleepin - cause when they plant
Bombs in your house, i'ma wake you up and you
In your motherfuckin mouth, knock your out
Take your sons to safety, cause just kids
And I wanna raise em to me
And they get a little bigga
I'ma mark them little niggaz, and put fingerprints
On the trigger -- double homicide, call the
Another rapper and his with no life
Yeah you're mr. tough and, you're of stuff and
And freddie foxxx caught you
I got you in my torture chamber and you
Oh God damn, like _silence of the lambs_
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 know my name!
Aiyyo kris! I'm rhymin long (say what? )
Get on the mic and get ruff,

This is the year I go all out (why? )
Edutainment's I'm all about (and)
I eat franks with the sauerkraut (cause)
Because I eat pork from 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 the style that has action
many mc's don't believe they're rappin
They're lost, mixed-up in their identity
is not, what hip-hop is meant to be (word up)
I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore
For the kids, a hundred-and-fifty on their feet
(kick it) I don't compete, I and delete ya
Then ya, all mc's retreat, here comes the t'cha
Chewin suckers smuckers
Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm the movie _aliens_
I hide inside your hand man, when you think you got me
Bam! my head comes out chest
A mess of nastyness
Chunks of flesh, yes krs on the slaughter
in instant rhyme style, you simply add water
Evian, I the string then
Ring-ding-ding,
in the days, I wrote +south bronx+
The juice got stomped, lick two shot
Pom! pom! really it was fault
wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a dj babbles on
Soupin up mc's to on song
That's wrong, but in any event, I the classic
In the original it ain't plastic
Everybody know, bdp, is fantastic, burn acid
Credit card plastic, stretch elastic
Love and is the tactic
Bam! in your motherfuckin
Krs in the
I liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway
(fi-yah!)

foxxx]
Well you know I hoes, cause I'm a mack
But I don't like the wack tracks,
And for all your suckers out
That the militant mack, get the bo-zack
You what I mean? (word) word!

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

foxxx]
Yes.. fresh.. for you suckers * echoes *

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * to fade *