Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

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

DMX
is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit I knew my fuckin friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to start another, spree
'cause yo, my way is highway,
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin home in a coffin
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be 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 believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
Makin moves, second to none, I it, huh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall 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, hide 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, then tear out
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 runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all 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 those rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat plaques
I never was shipped but some I never forget
if you spent three you garanteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz be hatin still be lovin the dogz
'cause they know that the double R's for war
Wha

You ain't ready to die, then why 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 hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which could I watch wit a watch
I to knock 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 red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the front but the truck is a away
Niggaz ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die today
da Pio'll hollow the gunz
Then at son (I feel you nigga)
And when he go to holla back, niggaz one

Y'all dem bust in them niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for niggaz that took yo leather
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
It's 99, I'm you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, watch me, I'm mo 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 know, what clown could walk in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be than the amps that blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo
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 deal wit mo bricks than city do in Jersey
I got cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit some of 6-drop
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I smoked niggaz
program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, the difference between fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo of ya
And watch ya 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 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a 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 crisp you gon be than chips
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 knots on knots, got thingz pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch drop
And ain't gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I give a fuck