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

[Swizz
(mmm, mmmm)
See y'all don't us you know
Ruff Ryders is a
Ruff Ryders... Ryders... Ruff Ryders
go... Swizz Beatz

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started
Wit kidz I knew my all turned against me
Said fuck it, 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 about time to another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was niggaz home in a coffin
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a
He'll walk again, on the strength of me
how I left him G, scared to death of me
run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, how we got done

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

And you can come see me if you to make a gram tonight
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the of the line
everybody wanna 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 three your guaranteed to make six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the cats that be hatin still be the dogs
Cause know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I bustin the guns , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's still 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 which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to 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 gimmie yo
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the a mile away
niggaz ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the P'll the guns
Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd 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 bleed like us
See I'm one thru the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
its 99 im you women and kids
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the
talking shit and its be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie
i got bricks than that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and
And some ol niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
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 a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause mail out bullets
blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
when i burn you to a crisp you be cruncher than chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit by clip and every block by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And ain't gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck