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 crack 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 covered wit
Cause I 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 drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My thump when 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
Cause I be love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the now y'all players ain't got chips
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 Kane's Abel

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

you and your son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin 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 favorite

Ain't no surprise killaz, only wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, them ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for brown sugar
Suck mine 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 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 what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or one early
You wrong, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, 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 cause my fire retirin, aight

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
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest