Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as 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 target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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 wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
Cause I be love 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 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
Cause it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got chips
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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

you and your son
Ya know 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 rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
murder Styles cocksucka 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 fitted
And when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
your lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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 Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
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 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 only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
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 a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my above the water
Everyday I another how a lover slaughter
Flood daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fort
up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
bodies 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 take your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, niggas shot, one nigga less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest