Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle

Ruff Three, Time for the younger generation to blow
You know I brought my nigga me

Hey yo, it's jay hood bitch my bars
The had to piece together your face like a collage
Niggas always talk till the steel come out
And slugs rip through their gums and their grill out
Motherfuck you and fuck mans
If I don't you in the dome
I'm a leave clips in diaphragm
I'm the prophet
Puff instead of chocolate
from around chumps and cowards cause they gossip
And I'm a on the corner like stop signs
With a pack of creamy colored rocks and the glock nine
you speaking of the hardest nigga
Bring hood's up
D bitch, we about to have the game chained up
My words too strong, bars too
And towel can't dry you when the dumdums shower you
mad because your garbage and your lyrics is boring
And your whip was made that year you was born in

Listen man, Don't worry how many gats crook has
Just know I stay like book bags
Bitch is ass
You just off the porch
And me? I'm getting off in court
I could make sure your coffin
Why would you a burner?
There is a difference between rap and to murder
Talking the you living and the shit you heard of
You fuck Larceny?
is you crazy, bitch?
Before you the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you to
The cats you bout could show you what the heat could do
A is what you'll be breathing through
And you got beef with who you need toast
The closest you came to beef was meat
When we pose bats and pea coats
Y'all niggas be close

To fuck Cam, y'all bitches better hope and dream
Every gun that I own got a and beam
When I approach the things the dice, rook the team
Best bitch on the coast since Queen
Latifah, buy reefer, fly
deeper, four pound bump louder than five speaker
Spit fire, hot flow
Don't get twisted, I'm not one of them hoe's
Catch me in Escada clothes, a lot of dough
That's not mine, his
I a lot more to live
You got to get the king the kid
How you think a bitch like me to live motherfucker?

That's a bad bitch, you a bad ass nigga,
It's the younger generation, y'all, live, get busy on these niggas

Hey look, I'm trying to sell mad
So I get birds my crew and make Erykah Badu my "Bag Lady"
You that crazy? Squeeze, I know you ain't spitting
Your hand shake so much it up on the Richter scale
I made the niggas look like they had sickle cell
I don't just sell bricks, dog I got a bitch for
So let me find the nigga hate us a lot
No coffin, he get in the refrigerator box
God damn, I'm a hot man
I'm telling you up, I got my weight up
I'm calling my Roxanne
Cause if I it in a dark room
You and man would hate how I look animated like a cartoon
Bottom line, I'm telling you that you fucking with me
Hard, nobody guards, you a shot, come and get me
I'm not a sucker, nor is any nigga running me
And why are y'all balling with wheels if they under

Lock and the motto
Got more than Dr. Zhivago
Same mind that makes a poem rock in Chicago
But I get my gangster from movies
I'm a rock star, 5 star tellies, with gangsters and groupies
Come through and leave a sick
Cause my S-type with a joystick
I'm the in my era
Listen, I lead an autistic
Paint pictures with my actions, ain't no margin for
My innate features, leave dismayed, speechless
And please don't mistake for kindness
I fuck with old
So don't make me forget that you and catch Alzheimer's
Motherfucking hoes I spoil
Remember, I'm to break a bitch for reckless eyeballing
The top dog, nigga, I'm the truth
You to get math?
Nigga I'm the root
The star

I got stash
You case get his thug on
I my bitch and we get our hug on
She what I put drugs on and get my on
And dog, when you your car, put your club on
The next cat I put the on
I'm a clap the gat till it get too hot, and that's with on
You drawing, you should go to an art school
I get my club on with the glow in the jewels
Trees in my shoes, in the dark blues
And I tools that the po and the narcs use
Fuckers, y'all stupid or
What's the point in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at
Dude, will get you banged in the face
If you braces then you know how the banger will taste
I'm near anything to cake
Just copped the blue lighting with the face

Easy niggas, matter of fact that go hard,
Cass' show these how you built,
grab your and bust off, my nigga

my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm you lame steer got the game near
Buy by the square, sell it by the o
I run snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got balls
I'd rather knock a q off get blue off
That's how I on my toes like my shoes off
You dudes are soft, bitch like Ra Paul
it's war I move out like U-hauls
I'm a boss
I send eight to the corner
My strip like a hall
And I ball like I in the sport
My trigger finger itching it got genital warts
Don't play around him boy (why's that)
Cause Cass is a pain in the ass hemorrhoids
Faggot!