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

[Swizz
(mmm, mmmm)
See y'all understand us you know
Ryders is a family
Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff
Lets go... Swizz

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
Said fuck it, me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to start another, robbin
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if you'll be still
You know my I'll put yo fucking 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, how we got done

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, wit thieves
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the 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 their mothers we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea then hide out
buy out till 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
Beat

And you can come see me if you tryin to a gram tonight
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, start from the front of the line
everybody contact me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was but some things i never forget
like if you spend three your to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the cats that be hatin still be the dogs
Cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

If you ready to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the guns , you the kids
And the Pieer's ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I figure which could I watch wit a watch
I like to off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this is my life
me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today
cause the P'll hollow the
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla
then you swallow the

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
They right there, but you scared they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed us
See I'm one thru the heart like Cupid
niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and
scar-face watch me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers that see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta walk the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster
I pour gas on skin and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met your
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun im thursty
ill turn niggaz more man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that 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, easy Ox
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the between fire and water?
You drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya
And ya burn 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
Buck 40, buy the 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i burn you to a you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha
bit by bit clip by and every block by block
is brick on brick I got on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo 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 a fuck