Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started
Wit I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has like this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
It's time to start another, robbin spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if you'll be here
You know my style will put yo fuckin man, in a
never walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I left him G, to death of me
Niggaz run, hit wit da hot one
the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me
I love 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 double R, street shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll 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, on a radar, to seashore, then hide out
And buy out bars 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 some gramz for the
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 from the front of the line
But everybody contact me, and get wit me
And end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50
And as for you suckaz, you can keep those
And yo awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shipped but some thingz I forget
Like if you spent three you to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogz
'cause know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ready to die, then why should you live?
when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's still ridin wit clips, survivin wit
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, the glock
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it this shit is my life
Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a mile
Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll die today
'cause da Pio'll the gunz
Then holla at son (I you nigga)
And he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin one

Y'all dem bust in them crowd and hit whoever
When you aim for them niggaz that took yo leather
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy bleed like us
See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
99, I'm killin you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo to see
Than the muthafuckaz y'all see on T.V.
And fuck what you heard, check how 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 than the amps blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit
Wit a of matches, now dats when you met yo match
And the worst for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll turn niggaz more Holy Man, Eddie Murphy
And I deal wit mo than that city do in Jersey
I got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll you and slide
Wit some of niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I detox niggaz
program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats

Hey yo boy, the difference 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 a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll out bullets
More blood that a riot on a jailhouse
40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
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 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 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