Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
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 what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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 on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice since people was watchin on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's 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 know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats 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 records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill 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 the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done up and did it, tryin to act like you with 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 ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
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 like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But half 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 than spurges
businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin