Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

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

Eve
Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show love to, all my bitches one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
wit the double R, real street shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust 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 niggaz that we comin, then we total the
We scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they
Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then 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, tear out fire
Beat

And you can come see me if you to
Get some 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 wave runner, tanning wit
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
But everybody wanna me, and get wit me
And end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can those rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son eat those plaques
I was shipped but some thingz I never forget
Like if you three you garanteed to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the catz that be hatin still be the dogz
'cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

You ready to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start 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 wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I wit a watch
I like to knock off my then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice this is my life
me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the but the truck is a mile away
Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll die today
da Pio'll hollow the gunz
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 should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon
Cause crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
It's 99, I'm killin you, and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo to see
Than the muthafuckaz that 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 could walk in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be more than the amps that
I'll pour gas on yo and watch yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now when you met yo match
And the thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy
And I wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey
I got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit some of niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I smoked detox
Drug program, hit the and cop 56 mo gramz
niggaz ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats word

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