Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump 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
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek em back

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

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

you and your son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
spin corner while you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the 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, three in your
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

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

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the spot
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin