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

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

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me
Said it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my I got his, schemin 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 niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be to see if you'll be still here
You know my I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll never 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
Petty 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 move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't wear
Ask if the fire is hot
shit pop shellz, three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz their mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores hide out
buy out till 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
Beat

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 a flight
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 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 keep rapz
and your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was but some things i never forget
if you spend three your guaranteed 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 know that the double R's for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the guns , you 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 dope or the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
at sons if you feel a nigga holla back
then you the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them that took yo leather
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the like Cupid
Y'all niggaz be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you and kids
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
than dem that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, 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 and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of now thats when you have met your match
and the thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, bust you and slide
And some ol niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox
Get knocked, say we smoked niggaz
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo
Y'all ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the difference 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 a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out
More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage
40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit clip by and every block by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R yo block 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 give a