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

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

This is the darkest shit, shit
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned 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
how we do bidz
It's about to start another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz 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
never walk 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, wondered how we got

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my face when I a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, 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, on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out
buy out bars we see fall
Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, our fire
Beat

And you can see me if you tryin to make a gram tonight
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all from the front of the line
everybody wanna me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep rapz
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was but some things i never forget
like if you spend three your guaranteed to back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
Even the cats that be hatin still be 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 start bustin the , 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 or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
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, give me the or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when prolly die today
cause the P'll the guns
at sons if you feel a nigga holla back
then you the ones

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

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference between and water?
You whether or die off torture, cause yo skins 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 'cause I'll 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 pretty
when i you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
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 yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck