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 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 ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
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 people was movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players got chips
Cause 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

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The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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 clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, I got a jail record
Ya ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, 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 that'll smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see what summer's
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, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the 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 you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

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