Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000 (Jigga My Nigga Remix)

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See don't understand us you know
Ruff Ryders is a
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Lets go... Beatz

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit
Wit I knew my 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
Dats how we do
It's about time to start another, robbin
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still
You my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I him G, scared to death of me
run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a
'cause I don't wear
Ask if the fire is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, over and stop
We warn niggaz that we then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up socks
red dye, on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out
buy out till we see fall
Believe in this game, we y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tryin to hide, then our fire
y'alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to a gram tonight
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
wanna contact me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i fifty
and as for you suka, you can those rapz
and your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some i never forget
like if you spend your guaranteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the cats that be hatin still be the dogs
Cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's ridin on 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, carvin the cheek, the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
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 of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
niggaz ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the P'll hollow the
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck watch me, im more action to see
than dem that yall see on T.V.
and fuck you heard this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch shit detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
ill turn niggaz more man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll you and slide
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, the difference between fire and water?
You drown or die off torture, cause yo skins 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 perm wit
Keep shellz in the envelopes I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i burn you to a you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and every by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't a fuck