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

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

This is the darkest shit, shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
fuck it, bought 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
about time to start another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be here
You know my style I'll put yo man, in a wheelchair
never walk again, on the strength of me
Dats how I left him G, 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
Petty thugz yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot
shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming we hold up the block
scorn like their mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores hide out
buy out bars we see fall
Believe in this game, we y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin to hide, then our fire
y'alls

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 a flight
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
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 charge
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shit but some things i forget
like if you spend three guaranteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know that the double R's for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why you live?
'cause when I start the guns , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin or robbin the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the in the front but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when prolly die today
the P'll hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a holla back
then you the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
When you aim for them niggaz that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon
they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im you women and kids
fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see
than dem that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard how sheek get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you know what clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more than the blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and book of now thats when you have met your match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
ill turn more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that do with jersey
Yo i got call niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol 6-drop
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz messin wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And watch ya off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a on a jailhouse footage
40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and every by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
Cause I got things pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a