Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit kidz I my fuckin friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog 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 about time to another, robbin spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still
You know my style put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I him G, scared to death of me
Niggaz run, hit wit da hot one
the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty hide yo cake, never teasin me
I love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I a cannon
'cause I don't wear
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn that we comin, then we total the block
We scorn like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, on a radar, to seashore, then hide out
And buy out till 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 the flights
hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
But everybody contact me, and get wit me
And end up bein 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 I never forget
Like if you spent you garanteed to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogz
they know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

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

Y'all dem bust in crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for niggaz that took yo leather
right there, but you scared 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 y'all not
It's 99, I'm killin you, and kid
Scarface, watch me, I'm mo action to see
Than the muthafuckaz y'all see on T.V.
And fuck what you heard, how Sheek 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 than the amps blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo
And the worst for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll turn more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy
And I deal wit mo bricks than 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
Y'all niggaz ain't wit the fam and dats word

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