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' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You 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 drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm 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 wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't y'all cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

you and your 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 rule one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur sleeves, three in your fitted
And when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A that'll smack 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 size
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this 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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass
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 cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a 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 so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets 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 under his vest