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

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

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like
He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
It's about to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin 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 fucking man, in a
He'll never walk again, on the 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
thugz hide 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
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up socks
red dye, on the red eye ,sea shores then 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, our fire
y'alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to a gram tonight
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 me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the of the line
wanna contact me and get wit me
but end up being mad 'cause i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and Screw your awardz, my son 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 that be still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start the guns , you hidin the kids
And the still ridin 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, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I figure which nigga could I wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a
Put it together, it twice,this shit is my life
me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away
wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back
then you swallow the

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them that took yo leather
They right there, but you that they gon bust
they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart Cupid
Y'all might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im you women and kids
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you this 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 shit
lit and book of matches now thats you have met your match
and the thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz more holy man, Eddie Murphy
i got more than that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, 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 ain't messin wit
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the between fire and water?
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 give yo bitch a wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause mail 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 crisp you be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag on tha shit
bit by bit by clip and every block by block
is on brick I got knots 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 they in the
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I give a fuck