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' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And bitch you grabbed
bend em back

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

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you and your son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number 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 sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until bare weapons
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur sleeves, three in your fitted
And even you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

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

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head the water
Everyday I show another how a lover
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest