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

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

This is the darkest shit, shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog since me and my dog has been like this
He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
It's about time to 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 a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You my style 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, was close, wondered how we got done

Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a move you got bit
wit the double R, real street shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn that we coming then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz 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 tryin to hide, then our fire
Beat

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, wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all from the front of the line
everybody wanna me and get wit me
but end up being 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 guaranteed to make back six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
they know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why 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
Like I wasnt 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 then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow they prolly die today
the P'll hollow the guns
Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back
then you the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon
Cause crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz 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 that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard this how get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta walk the studio
talking shit and its gonna be than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit
lit and book of now thats when you have met your match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Murphy
i got more bricks than that city do jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and
And some ol niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo
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 to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a riot on a 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 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 they in the
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't a fuck