Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, 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, muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont wear fatigues to blow out your chest
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 wipe the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek bend em

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 suckin my
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice people was watchin movies 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 listen to our
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggas thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't 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 niggas sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps 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 short sleeves, three in your
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

no surprise killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What? you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, 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 summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll 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 one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable on
I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack 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 blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

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