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' crack a nigga, might as well be a
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You as as well target a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the days in school, now a 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 out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby be on the daily, ain't no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

Ayo I you ain't 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, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
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 listen to hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
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you and your son
Ya know when its
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you party dun
I you I clap him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you the don out, bout 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 even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite 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, prefer them ready do or die
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree 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, what type of you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the in it
But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest