Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

Swizz
See y'all don't 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 we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin all turned 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 time to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery
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 you'll be here
You know my style will put yo man, in a wheelchair
He'll never walk again, on the 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 hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit these
moves, second to none, I locked it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't wear
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 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?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then out fire
Beat

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, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all from the front of the line
But everybody contact me, and get wit me
And still end up bein mad I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can keep rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son eat those plaques
I never was but some thingz I never forget
Like if you spent three you garanteed to back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogz
'cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't ready to die, then why 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
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a
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 hooptie's in the but the truck is a mile away
Niggaz ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die today
'cause da Pio'll the gunz
holla at son (I feel you nigga)
And when he go to holla back, swallowin one

Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They right there, but you scared they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
It's 99, I'm you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo to see
the muthafuckaz that y'all 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 clown could in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be more than the amps that
I'll gas on yo skin and watch 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, Eddie Murphy
And I deal wit mo bricks than that do in Jersey
I got call niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit some of niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I detox niggaz
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 difference fire 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 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 swiftly
When I burn you to a 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 by block is brick on brick
So I got knots on knots, got thingz pop yo top
And double R spot yo wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody up, lest they in the wheelchair
up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck