Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

Swizz
See y'all understand 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 shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to start another, spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery
When I was up since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin 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
never walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I left him G, to death of me
cannot run, hit wit da hot one
From the shotgun, catz was wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My believe in me
thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches 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 face I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot (Flame On baby)
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We niggaz that we comin, then we total the block
We scorn niggaz like 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 beat y'all, you got
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out
Beat

And you can see me if you tryin to
Get gramz for the night
'cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin the flights
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
the haze, while all of em givin 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 screw yo awardz, my son can't eat plaques
I never was but some thingz I never forget
Like if you spent three you garanteed to make six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
the catz that 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 should you
'cause I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt dope or robbin the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga I watch wit a watch
I to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice this shit is my
Catch me wit a .45, hot of Nikes
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
Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll die today
'cause da Pio'll hollow the
Then 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 them that 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 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 get down
Comes the gun, shit, I'm wit one on me now
You neva know, what clown walk in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be more than the amps that
I'll pour gas on yo skin and yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo
And the thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm thirsty
I'll niggaz more Holy Man, than Eddie Murphy
And I deal wit mo bricks that city do in Jersey
I got cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
Wit of 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz, get knocked
Say I detox niggaz
Drug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo
Y'all ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference between 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 to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood 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 crisp you gon be crunchier than
Wit my hand all up in the bag, on this shit
Bit by bit, by clip and every block by block is brick on brick
So I got knots on knots, got that'll pop yo top
And double R yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't gettin up, lest they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I give a fuck