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 crack a nigga, might as well be a head
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 got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets 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 down the windows 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
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 when its
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 what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder Styles load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip your out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in your
And even you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda that'll ya, cock back and clap ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit recognized
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What? What you cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this 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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 roastin a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
I'm comin through 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 half-ass
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my retirin, aight then

Its my, survival 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 lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest