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

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

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my all turned against me
fuck it, bought me a dog ever 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 to start 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 like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if you'll be 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, scared to of me
run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, 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, wit thieves
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I bust a
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their
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 to hide, then our fire
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 be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, start from the front of the line
everybody wanna me and get wit me
but still end up mad 'cause i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep rapz
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i never
like if you spend your guaranteed to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you
'cause when I bustin 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
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
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, me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the in the front but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they die today
the P'll hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd and hit whoever
When you aim for them niggaz that took yo leather
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see
than dem that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard how sheek get down
comes wit guns, im rhyming wit one on me now
you know what clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch shit detatch
lit and book of matches now 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, Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks that city do with jersey
Yo i got cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, 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, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo of ya
And ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a riot on a footage
40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 swiftly
when i you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha
bit by bit by clip and every block by block
is brick on I got knots on knots
Cause I got things pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck