Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

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

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

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

[freddie
Worrrrrrrd up! check this out
This is freddie
And guess what's

Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi
Every wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
Every wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
jump 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 from patois*]
Fucked with, ? with, or with
Don't a fuck if you wanna riff
But when you say kris, already of kris
My eyebrows and that ass I get with (huh)
As a matter of fact, I attack,
Set back, your career, a quarterback
That his back, my tongue is like a bat
Your get black, you'll need an icepack (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, come with whole pack
be prayin to the God of isaac
So freddie foxxx, it's time to get tough
Just, get on the mic and get ruff,

[freddie
as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up shop
It's the return of the master, freddie the foxxx
(bo!) rappers that see me, don't even speak, just
Cause I'm the nigga in new york (hah!)
I see a in the crowd that I don't like
I wanna fight, so I drop the mic
I'ma jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to
(suckers) that be pimps
How I heard it said that a pimp'll his ass
If his hoe won't, but freddie foxxx
your chest g, you better wear a bulletproof vest see
Cause I'm about to leave this place a motherfuckin
Open hearts on the as I explore
Rappers that wanted to be more than four
Number one's a hard either you fight
Or get shot, so this is I got (bo!)
Three tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my blades
And I aim to get paid!
So who step to this, don't come soft
Cause straight up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And the cops come to get me
I'ma take a dead body, and bop ten with me
I'm sick and tired of rappers talk smack
About nice, and who's whack, motherfuck that
know my style, and my rep, every stage
That I stepped on - I was the rapper slept on
But y'all keep sleepin - cause when they plant
in your house, i'ma wake you up and punch you
In your motherfuckin mouth, your wife out
Take sons to safety, cause they're just kids
And I wanna raise em to me
And when get a little bigga
I'ma them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints
On the -- double homicide, call the vice
Another rapper and his family with no
Yeah you're mr. tough and, full of stuff and
And freddie caught you bluffin
I got you in my chamber and you scream
Oh God damn, like _silence of the lambs_
But I don't 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 that I go all out (why? )
Edutainment's I'm all about (and)
I don't eat franks the sauerkraut (cause)
Because I don't eat pork from the to the snout
(well it) get on down, to the hip hip hop
I start, peace to scott larock! (word)
Now let me drop the style that has
Cause many mc's don't believe they're
They're lost, crazy mixed-up in 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 don't compete, I defeat and ya
Then ya, all mc's retreat, here comes the t'cha
suckers like smuckers
Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm the movie _aliens_
I hide inside your right man, when you think you got me
Bam! my head out your chest
A mutilated mess of
Chunks of bloody flesh, yes krs on the
Specialize in instant style, you simply add water
Evian, I pull the string
Ring-ding-ding,
in the days, I wrote +south bronx+
The juice crew got stomped, lick two
Pom! pom! it was magic's fault
Always wanna somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a 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, like acid
card plastic, stretch like elastic
Love and respect is the
Bam! in your motherfuckin
Krs in the
I never liked to bitches and hoes anyway
(fi-yah!)

foxxx]
Well you know I hoes, cause I'm a mack
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 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 wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is

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

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * echoes to *