Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ryders (remix)

This thing right is for my people
In the streets,
(swizz beats),and this thing here will
ya ass of ya feet.

Verse drag-on
They call me
It's to ball
Im burn'em all
To they all say off
These chips i gonna all
Chicken know i be the kernall
Cause i internall
Mixed the inferno
So be for i burn you
You better learn
Yeah, i you
But i'm gonna you
What you don't
verse who?
Is a
ryders be the team
Which
A lot of
skeems
Stunnin'
To make ya'll stop right on the scene
This nigga is to hot
And to
For you to
tell ya man
If two
Then he too get you bust
You
We do
You can ask
But
They believe us til they lead violate
Is you this
niggaz that purchase
Is the dirt kid
They me drag-on
I'm the
But get
Callabo my dogz from yonka's
Plus bronx bomba's
flame to the gutta
But ya all get

x2: damion
My dogz stop
dogz gon' drop
Then we
Shut'em down up shop
First we had'em ooohhhh
Now they nnnooo
What baby, thats how ryders roll

Verse two:

i pop up
I lock up
Pull the up
a block up
Hit the put the top up
the dro in my sock
Then pull my up
Keep the
But if it's hot put my up
You know what i'm
Slidin' off get my cock
Writin' rhymes scarface in the hot tub
What you bet
i pull it out
If you shout
every bullet will go in and out
Who you besides kiss take a
In a of cryse (crystal)
Then give it to a modelin'
And you like ya plain
flood mine
Alligator
Trade the coke
And one time

Verse 3:

Ya niggaz hearin' me out
Til i pop up in ya house
Clearin' it out style
Everybody actin' violent and
the wife silence the child
Thats how we
me, my man kill you
Thats how you
I ruff
I don't like to slide felt that i
And the gunz helpin' the clip
And the only my hand
And like who the is helpin' ya man
When i back and hop the van
r
Get a jar
Play the in the car
Hit the party start a at the bar
ya r (rolex)
Sell ya shit for coke
And get the fuck out the

four: eve

Cats you,
my niggaz flippa
With the
News teams crowd try to flick a picture
Get wit ya, this bitch down to ya quicka
Nigga not sence
stay up off the liquor
Blonde bomb
Karamel, spitta
Groupies sayin' i'm sista
Hush ya for i hit ya
Sickenin' wise guys and thugs and
Take you for a cover up ya eyes
i hit ya
Used to be now i'm a ruff ryda
Fake niggaz play me
When they to ride by ya
Snatchin' up ya frontin' know
You niggas, hatta's
Who bitch
ya business nigga

x2

Verse 5:

X is hit ya niggaz hard
Leave ya scared
Fuckin' the dog
When you fuckin the god
Rip that heart
Faggot saw
me from up north
I had you scared to
My name is bells
In cells
I makin' thugs
It ain't hard to
You never really it
Saw the mic yo jumped in of it
Out of sixteen i'm hit
Which one of you niggaz am i get
Thought you knew i was gonna spit
This time, this rhyme
By the end of it
Ya niggaz is gon' be like yo x it
Did my thing as usual it's gon' stop
You can't be for real i got this shit locked
It's not a or a joke
To my or get smoked
Simple as that as black
To the
all under the coat
Now you losen' yo
a dog is a dog for life.