Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix)

This right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh)
and thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On)

They me Drag-On,
its to bomb,
burn'em all
Till all say
em off '
cause these
run em all
Chickenheads know I be the
'cause I burn
mixes wit infernal
So be careful I burn you
You better dude,
I heard you
But I'ma you,
but you know
my verses too is a
Ryders be the team,
which a lot cream,
lot of
Lot of
to make stock drop,
right on the
Nigga is too hot
and too
for you to
tell your man 'cause I'm too tough
inaudibly too do you bust
'cause we do you can ask
But
but they don't until they leave violently
Is you us
'cause niggas that purchase is under the kid
They call me
I'm the youngest buck at
Collabo' wit my dogs Yonkers
but this Bronx
flame so you better
wear your
on!

DMX (repeat 2X)

My dogs stop; your dogs gon' drop
And then we go, shut'em open up shop
we had em like ohh,
now like no
What baby that's how Ruff Ryders

I pop up,
I shop up,
the drop up
Park a up,
hit the alarm,
put the top up
Stash the in my sock
then my sock up
And keep the
but if it's hot put my up
You know what I'm
off
get my cock
Or rhymes
Scarface in the hot tub
What you bet
I pull it out
if you shout
Then every go
in and out
Who you besides 'Kiss
take a in the bottle of Cris
Then give it to a modeling
And you like your watch
I'ma flood
Alligator
to fine coke and write one time

Ya'll niggas hearing me out
til I pop up appear in house
Clearing it out, holiday
acting violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the
how we move,
kill me my man you
how you lose,
I Ryde
I don't like slide
felt that I
the guns only helping the clip
And the clip's only my hand
And who the fuck is helping your man
When I cock and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, the shit in the car
Hear the party start a at the bar
ya all sell your shit for some coke
and get the fuck out the

Eve
you figure that my niggas
Flip us triggas
who's team crowd
to flick a picture,
get wit ya This bitch from it down off this quicker
Nigga not sense better stay up off the liquor
Blond bomb-shell caramel, spender
Get you saying I'm they Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stick it in guys fake thugs and bullshitters
Take you for a cover up your eye then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ryder
Big play me close, when they used to ride by a
Snatching up your fronting know you dig us
Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business

DMX
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is hit ya'll niggaz hard
Leave ya'll niggaz
Fucking the dog
when you with the god
Rip ya'll arm,
nigga saw
Remember me up north,
I had you scared to
My is ringing bells,
in penitentiary
I'm making rebel,
hard to tell
You never really it
so the mic is the fun of it
outta sixteen shots hit,
which one of you niggaz am I get
Thought you knew what I was gonna
time with this rhyme but by the end of it
Ya'll niggaz is be like yo X ripped it
Did my thing as usual it's gonna stop
But them cats be for real,
I got shit locked
Is a game or a joke
the name or get smoked
as that,
as black,
to the
all up to the coat,
now you losing life (Grrrrrr)
A dog is a dog for life!