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

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

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I my friendz all turned against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has 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,
I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin 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 style I'll put yo man, in a wheelchair
He'll never 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 believe in me
Petty thugz yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot
shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we up the block
scorn niggaz like 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 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 to make a gram tonight
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be a flight
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit
the haze, while all of em givin 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 i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep rapz
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shit but some things i never
like if you spend three your 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 R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the
And the Pieer's still on clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
Catch me wit a 45, hot of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo
Gimmie a shank It's ugh
the hoopties in the but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today
cause the P'll hollow the
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 them niggaz that took yo
They 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 might be crazy, but y'all not
its 99 im killings you and kids
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be than the amster blow
I pour gas on your and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you met your match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun im thursty
ill turn niggaz holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll you and slide
And some ol 6-drop
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we detox 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 between fire and
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the
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 a riot on a jailhouse 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 crisp you ganna be cruncher than
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and block by block
is brick on 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 up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck