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

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

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we 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, schemin on mad
Dats how we do
It's about time to start another, 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 back to see if be still here
You my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
He'll walk 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, how we got done

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty 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
a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand 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, roll over and
We warn niggaz we coming then we hold up the block
niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out
buy out bars till we see
in this game, we beat y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tryin to hide, then our fire
y'alls

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 be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, all of em givin me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the of the line
wanna contact me and get wit me
but still end up mad 'cause i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i forget
like if you spend three your to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the cats that be still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you
'cause when I start bustin the , you hidin 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 hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
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 shit is my
Catch me wit a 45, hot of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the in the front but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today
cause the P'll the guns
Holla at sons if you a nigga holla back
then you swallow the

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
When you should aim for them that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that they gon
they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart Cupid
Y'all niggaz be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you and kids
fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see
than dem motherfuckers that see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard how sheek get down
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never know what goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and of matches now thats when you have met your match
and the worst thing for you is to a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz holy 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 some ol niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we detox niggaz
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 off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes I'll mail out bullets
blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i burn you to a crisp you 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 I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and y'all drop
And ain't gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck