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
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
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 windows on the of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since people was movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
everytime 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

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

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

Ain't no killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
want the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your for this brown sugar
mine like 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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin 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 burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
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 hold of a bankroll, role
bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't shit
The take your ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, when shot, one nigga less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest