Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You as as well target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Abel

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

Catch you and son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You done screwed up and did it, to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in somethin I can't control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Wasted, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest