Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

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

foxxx]
Yo this out, all jokes aside
Let's get

Word! krs-one in the house
Hah, everybody for reason wanna be a gangsta
You don't know about bein no gangsta

[freddie
Worrrrrrrd up! aiyyo this out
This is f-o-x-x-x
And guess what's

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, they wan fi chat, wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
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 on me back
Then me, fly all the emcee world
Krs, the artical, is not to be [*changes patois*]
Fucked with, ? with, or with
Don't a fuck 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, like a
That broke his back, my tongue is a bat
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, come your whole pack
You'll be prayin to the God of
So freddie foxxx, it's time to get [uh-huh]
Just, get on the mic and get ruff,

foxxx]
Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up
It's the of the hip-hop master, freddie the foxxx
(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 fight, so when I drop the mic
jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip
(suckers) that wanna be
How I heard it said a pimp'll sell his ass
If his hoe won't, but foxxx don't
Cover your g, you better wear a bulletproof vest see
Cause I'm to leave this place a motherfuckin mess
Open hearts on the floor as I
Rappers that wanted to be more than four
Number one's a hard either you fight
Or get shot, so is what 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, come soft
Cause straight up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And the cops come to get me
I'ma take a body, and bop ten cops with me
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk
who's nice, and who's whack, motherfuck that
They know my style, and my rep, every
That I on - I was the rapper they slept on
But rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant
Bombs in your house, i'ma wake you up and you
In motherfuckin mouth, knock your wife out
Take your sons to safety, they're just kids
And I raise em to face me
And when they get a bigga
I'ma mark them little niggaz, and put fingerprints
On the trigger -- double homicide, call the
Another rapper and his family with no
Yeah you're mr. tough and, you're full of and
And freddie caught you bluffin
I got you in my torture chamber and you
Oh God damn, it's _silence of the lambs_
But I mangle em and eat em
I take mc's to the war zone, and there I 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 enough (say )
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 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 they're rappin
lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity
This is not, what hip-hop is to be (word up)
I come unique, I can't be beat, street
For the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on feet
(kick it) I compete, I defeat and delete ya
Then critique ya, all mc's retreat, here comes the
Chewin like smuckers
Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm the movie _aliens_
I inside your right hand man, when you think you got me
Bam! my head comes out chest
A mutilated of nastyness
of bloody flesh, yes krs on the slaughter
Specialize in instant style, you simply add water
Evian, I the string then
Ring-ding-ding,
in the days, I wrote +south bronx+
The juice crew got stomped, lick two
Pom! pom! it was magic's fault
wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, a sucker dj babbles on
Soupin up mc's to battle on
wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic
In 1992 the original it ain't
Everybody know, bdp, is fantastic, burn like
card plastic, stretch like elastic
Love and respect is the
Bam! in your face
Krs in the
I never liked listening to bitches and hoes
(fi-yah!)

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

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

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

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * to fade *