Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

Beatz
See y'all don't us you know
Ruff Ryderz is a
Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff Ryderz
Lets go...Swizz

DMX
This is the shit, sparkest shit
wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned me
Said it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's time to start another, robbin spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if be still here
You know my style put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll never again, on the strength of me
Dats how I him G, scared to death of me
cannot run, hit wit da hot one
From the shotgun, catz was close how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
moves, second to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my face I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot (Flame On baby)
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we comin, then we the block
We niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, on a radar, to seashore, then hide out
And buy out bars we see far
In this game, we y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out
y'alls

And you can come see me if you to
Get some for the night
'cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all from the front of the line
But everybody contact me, and get wit me
And still end up mad 'cause I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can keep those
And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shipped but some thingz I forget
Like if you spent three you garanteed to make six
Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz that be hatin be lovin the dogz
'cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids
And the still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, it twice this shit is my life
Catch me wit a .45, hot of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the is a mile away
Niggaz wanna ride when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll hollow the
Then at son (I feel you nigga)
And when he go to back, niggaz swallowin one

Y'all dem bust in them niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
They there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
99, I'm killin you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo to see
Than the muthafuckaz y'all see on T.V.
And fuck you heard, check how Sheek get down
the gun, shit, I'm rhymin wit one on me now
You neva know, what clown walk in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be more the amps that blow
pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detach
Wit a of matches, now dats when you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm
I'll turn niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie
And I deal wit mo bricks than that do in Jersey
I got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit some of 6-drop
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I smoked detox
Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo
Y'all niggaz fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the
Could put a comb to my and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, got a 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier chips
Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on shit
Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is on brick
So I got knots on knots, got that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or up, either way I don't give a fuck