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

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This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin home in a coffin
like a orphan, you bad nigga?
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 never walk again, on the of me
Dats how I left him G, to death 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, teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and
We warn niggaz that we then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz like mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out
buy out bars till we see
Believe in this game, we 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 tryin to make a tonight
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all start the front of the line
everybody contact me and get wit me
but still end up mad 'cause i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep rapz
and your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some 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, tick the off
Even the cats that be hatin still be the dogs
Cause 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 hustlin dope or 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 then I pull 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, me the bank or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die
cause the P'll hollow the
Holla at sons if you a nigga holla back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them that took yo leather
right there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one thru the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
its 99 im killings you women and
scar-face watch me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V.
and fuck you heard this how sheek get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what clown goin ta walk into the
talking shit and its gonna be more than the blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you met your match
and the worst for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that city do jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, bust you and slide
And some ol niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox
Get knocked, say we detox niggaz
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
You whether or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya
And ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes I'll mail out bullets
More that 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 you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit clip by and every block 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 shots and y'all drop
And nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or up, either way I don't give a fuck