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... Ryders... Ruff Ryders
Lets go... Beatz

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we 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
how we do bidz
It's about to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if you'll be here
You know my style I'll put yo man, in a wheelchair
He'll walk again, on the strength of me
how I left 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 thugz yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
moves, second to none, I locked 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 face when I bust a
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We niggaz that we coming then we hold 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 till we see
in this 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 plannin a
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
everybody contact me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i charge
and as for you suka, you can those rapz
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some 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 cats that be hatin be lovin the dogs
Cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why you live?
'cause when I start bustin the , you hidin the kids
And the still ridin 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 nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo
Gimmie a shank It's ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back
then you the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that yo leather
They right there, but you that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but 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 this how sheek get
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never what clown goin ta walk into the studio
shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow
I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch
lit and of matches now thats when you have met your match
and the worst for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Murphy
i got more bricks than city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, the difference between fire and water?
You drown or die off torture, cause 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 I'll out bullets
More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage
40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha
bit by bit clip by clip and every by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
Cause I got that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck