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 crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could 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 thump when I'm laced 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since people was movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause 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 ain't got
everytime I turn 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, like Kane's cousin

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

Catch you and son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show 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 jail
Ya niggas ain't shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act you with it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
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

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 at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your for this brown 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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 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 catch one
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
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 my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys 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 a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets it ain't worth shit
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest