Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

Swizz
See y'all understand us you know
Ryderz is a family
Ruff Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff
go...Swizz Beatz

DMX
This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we 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 like
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
It's time to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin home in a coffin
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be to see if you'll be still here
You know my will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll walk 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 wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me
I show to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, huh
a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the
We scorn like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then out
And buy out bars we see far
In this game, we beat y'all, you got
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, tear out fire
Beat

And you can see me if you tryin to
Get some for the night
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin the flights
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the 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 plaques
I was shipped but some thingz I never forget
Like if you spent you garanteed to make back six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz that be hatin still be the dogz
'cause know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ready to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the
And the Pieer's still wit clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice this shit is my
Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of
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 when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll hollow the
holla at son (I feel you nigga)
And he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one

Y'all dem bust in crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for niggaz that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot thru the like Cupid
niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
It's 99, I'm you, woman and kid
Scarface, watch me, I'm mo action to see
Than the that 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 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 Murphy
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 niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I smoked detox
program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the between fire and water?
You whether or die off torture, cause 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 a perm wit that
Keep in the envelopes '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
I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chips
Wit my hand all up in the bag, on this shit
Bit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is on brick
So I got knots on knots, got thingz pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all
And ain't gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I give a fuck