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' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well 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, ?llabuta?
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
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
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
bend em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be love in her in the mouth
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, 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 settin the
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin y'all 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 narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, Kane's cousin Abel

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 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, I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla 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 played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur sleeves, three in your fitted
And when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

Ain't no killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer 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 for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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, niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass
And we are one whole, and niggas 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 that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
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 so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest