Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

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

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

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

[freddie
Worrrrrrrd up! check this out
This is f-o-x-x-x
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
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
me open up to work, I put a cape 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, derivative of kris
My eyebrows lift and ass I get with (huh)
As a matter of fact, I attack,
Set back, career, like a quarterback
broke his back, my tongue is like a bat
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an (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 of the hip-hop master, freddie the foxxx
(bo!) rappers that see me, don't speak, just walk
Cause I'm the maddest in new york (hah!)
I see a rapper in the crowd that I like
I fight, so when I drop the mic
I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your to whip
(suckers) wanna be pimps
How I heard it that a pimp'll sell his ass
If his hoe won't, but foxxx don't
Cover your chest g, you better wear a bulletproof see
Cause I'm about to leave this a motherfuckin mess
Open hearts on the floor as I
Rappers that wanted to be more than number
Number one's a hard spot; either you
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 step to this, don't come soft
Cause i'ma straight up niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And when the cops to get me
I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten cops me
I'm sick and tired of hearin rappers smack
About nice, and who's whack, motherfuck that
They my style, and my rep, every stage
That I stepped on - I was the rapper slept on
But y'all rappers keep sleepin - when they plant
Bombs in your house, wake you up and punch you
In your motherfuckin mouth, your wife out
Take your sons to safety, cause they're just
And I wanna em to face me
And they get a little bigga
I'ma mark them little niggaz, and put their
On the -- double homicide, call the vice
Another and his family with no life
Yeah you're mr. tough and, full of stuff and
And freddie foxxx you bluffin
I got you in my torture chamber and you
Oh God damn, it's like of the lambs_
But I don't em and eat em
I take mc's to the war zone, and there I em
It gets much worse, with every
As the f-o-x-x-x, hurts!
Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes,
You suckers my name!
Aiyyo kris! I'm rhymin long (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 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, to scott larock! (word)
Now let me drop the style that has
Cause many mc's don't believe rappin
They're lost, crazy mixed-up in identity
is not, what hip-hop is meant 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 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, you think you got me
Bam! my comes out your chest
A mutilated mess of
of bloody flesh, yes krs on the slaughter
Specialize in instant rhyme style, you add water
Evian, I the string then
Ring-ding-ding,
Back in the days, I wrote +south
The juice crew got stomped, two shot
Pom! pom! it was magic's fault
wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a sucker dj 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, like acid
Credit plastic, stretch like elastic
and respect is the tactic
Bam! in your motherfuckin
Krs in the
I never liked listening to bitches and anyway
(fi-yah!)

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

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

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

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to *