Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to start another, robbin
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz in a coffin
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a
He'll never walk again, on the of me
Dats how I left him G, 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 yo cake, never teasin me
I show to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
moves, second to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz we comin, then we total the block
We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they
Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, hide out
And buy out bars we see far
In this game, we beat y'all, you got
Keep y'alls, for us be tryin to hide, then tear out fire
Beat

And you can see me if you tryin to
Get gramz for the night
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
the haze, while all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start the front of the line
But wanna contact me, and get wit me
And still end up bein mad I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can those rapz
And yo awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shipped but thingz I never forget
Like if you three you garanteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz
'cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

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

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

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