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

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

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit kidz I my friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
how we do bidz
It's about to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if you'll be still
You my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
never 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, how we got done

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

And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a
hot on a wave 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
wanna contact me and get wit me
but still end up mad 'cause i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can those rapz
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I was shit but some things i never forget
like if you spend three your to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the cats be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ready 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
I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, 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, it twice,this shit is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or yo face
Gimmie a shank It's ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away
niggaz wanna tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla
then you swallow the

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one thru the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
its 99 im you women and kids
scar-face watch me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers that see on T.V.
and fuck what you this how sheek get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you met your match
and the thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
niggaz ain't 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 ya burn 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 'cause I'll out bullets
More blood that a riot on a footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
when i burn you to a you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and block by block
is brick on brick I got 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 up, either way I don't give a fuck