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

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

This is the shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the Shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit I knew my friendz all turned against me
Said it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
Dats how we do
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 to see if you'll be still here
You know my style put yo fucking man, in a wheelchair
never walk 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, cats was close, wondered how we got

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, teasin me
I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I a cannon
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the
scorn niggaz like mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea 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 tearin tryin to hide, our fire
y'alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be a flight
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all start the front 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 Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those
I was shit but some things i never forget
if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and just her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you
'cause when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the
And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
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 bank or gimmie yo
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They right there, but you scared that gon bust
they 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 you women and kids
fuck watch me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V.
and what you heard this how sheek get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never what clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster
I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
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 niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we detox niggaz
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
niggaz ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You whether or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya
And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the
put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause mail out bullets
More blood a riot on a jailhouse 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 crisp you ganna be cruncher 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 brick I got knots on
Cause I got that'll 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, way I don't give a fuck