Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin friendz all turned 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
how we do bidz
It's about time to another, robbin spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a
like 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 yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches one'z, tussle wit these
Makin moves, second to none, I it, huh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my face when I a cannon
'cause I don't wear
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 niggaz 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 y'all, you got money?
y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then 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 be plannin the flights
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the of the line
But wanna contact 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 can't eat plaques
I never was shipped but some thingz I forget
Like if you spent three you garanteed to make six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz that be hatin still be lovin the
they know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't ready to die, why should you live?
'cause when I bustin the gunz you hidin 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 robbin the
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I wit a watch
I like to off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, it twice this shit is my life
Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a away
wanna ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll the gunz
holla at son (I feel you nigga)
And he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one

Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
They right there, but you that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed us
See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
It's 99, I'm killin you, and kid
Fuck Scarface, me, I'm mo action to see
Than the that y'all see on T.V.
And what you heard, check how Sheek get down
the gun, shit, I'm rhymin wit one on me now
You neva know, clown 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 yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now when you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll turn niggaz 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 bust you and
Wit some of niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get
Say I smoked detox
Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit the fam and word

Hey yo boy, whats the between 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 I'll mail out bullets
More that 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, munchin on shit
Bit by bit, clip by and every block by block is brick on brick
So I got on knots, got thingz that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't a fuck