Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, before we started shit
Wit I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me
fuck 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
Dats how we do
It's about time to start another, robbin
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north since 16 I was niggaz home in a coffin
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You my style will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll never again, on the strength of me
how I left him G, scared to death of me
Niggaz run, hit wit da hot one
From the shotgun, catz was close how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, second to none, I it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the R, real street shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll 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, then out
And buy out till we see far
In this game, we y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tryin to hide, then tear out fire
y'alls

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 the flights
hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, start from the front of the line
But wanna contact me, and get wit me
And still end up bein mad 'cause I 50
And as for you suckaz, you can keep rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shipped but thingz I never forget
Like if you spent three you garanteed to back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the
'cause know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the gunz you the kids
And the Pieer's still 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, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I figure which nigga could I wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a
Put it together, double it twice this shit is my
Catch me wit a .45, hot of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a away
Niggaz wanna tommorow when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll 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 that took yo
They right there, but you scared that they gon
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
It's 99, I'm you, woman and kid
Scarface, watch me, I'm mo action to see
Than the muthafuckaz that see on T.V.
And fuck what you heard, check how Sheek get
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 detach
Wit a book of matches, now dats you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm
I'll niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy
And I wit mo bricks than that city do in Jersey
I got cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit of 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I smoked detox
Drug program, hit the and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause 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 pretty
When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier chips
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 knots on knots, got that'll pop yo top
And double R yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't a fuck