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 targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I drop my chain 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 thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And bitch you grabbed
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 house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you 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
Ready to clap, everybody me that
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players got chips
Cause everytime I turn around 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 cousin

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

you and your son
Ya when its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule 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 ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
you played the don out, bout 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 that'll smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, guy I'll 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 one early
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin I can't control
get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your 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 snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest