Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

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

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

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

foxxx]
Worrrrrrrd up! aiyyo check out
This is freddie
And what's next

Every posse wan fi chat, wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju 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 up to work, I put a cape on me back
Then me, fly all around the world
Krs, the artical, is not to be [*changes patois*]
Fucked with, ? with, or with
Don't give a fuck if you riff
But when you say kris, already derivative of
My lift 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 get black, you'll need an icepack (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, with your whole pack
You'll be to the God of isaac
So freddie foxxx, it's time to get tough
Just, get on the mic and get ruff,

foxxx]
Soon as I flex, cause I'm to rip up shop
It's the of the hip-hop master, freddie the foxxx
(bo!) that see me, don't even speak, just walk
Cause I'm the maddest in new york (hah!)
I see a rapper in the crowd that I don't
I wanna fight, so when I the mic
I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush crowd to whip
(suckers) that be pimps
How I heard it said that a sell his ass
If his hoe won't, but freddie foxxx
Cover chest g, you better wear a bulletproof vest see
Cause I'm about to leave this a motherfuckin mess
hearts on the floor as I explore
Rappers wanted to be more than number four
Number one's a hard spot; 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 to this, don't come soft
Cause i'ma up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And when the cops to get me
I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten with me
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers talk
About nice, and who's whack, motherfuck that
They 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, i'ma you up and punch you
In your motherfuckin mouth, knock wife out
Take your sons to safety, they're just kids
And I raise em to face me
And when they get a little
I'ma mark them little niggaz, and put their
On the trigger -- double homicide, call the
Another rapper and his with no life
you're mr. tough and, you're full of stuff and
And freddie foxxx caught you
I got you in my chamber and you scream
Oh God damn, it's like of the lambs_
But I mangle em and eat em
I take to the war zone, and there I defeat em
It gets much worse, every verse
As the f-o-x-x-x, hurts!
Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes,
You suckers my name!
Aiyyo kris! I'm long enough (say what? )
Get on the mic and get ruff,

This is the that I go all out (why? )
Edutainment's what I'm all (and)
I don't eat franks the sauerkraut (cause)
Because I don't eat 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 drop the that has action
Cause many mc's don't believe they're
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
on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm the movie _aliens_
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 instant rhyme style, you simply add
Evian, I pull the then
Ring-ding-ding,
Back in the days, I wrote bronx+
The juice crew got stomped, lick two
Pom! pom! really it was magic's
wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a dj babbles on
Soupin up mc's to battle on
That's wrong, but in any event, I drop the
In 1992 the original it plastic
Everybody know, bdp, is fantastic, like acid
Credit card plastic, stretch like
and respect is the tactic
Bam! in motherfuckin face
Krs in the
I never liked listening to bitches and hoes
(fi-yah!)

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

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

[freddie
Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * *

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to *