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

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

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has like this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
about time to start another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
When I was up North, Sing-Sing I was niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
be back to see if you'll be still 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 him G, scared to death of me
run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, was close, wondered how we got done

Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves
moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face I bust a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz we coming then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz their mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores hide out
buy out till we see fall
Believe in this game, we y'all, you got money?
y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire
Beat

And you can come see me if you tryin to a gram 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
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 eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i never
if you spend three your 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 still be lovin the
Cause they know that the double R's for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, why should you live?
'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
I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, the glock
I figure which could I watch wit a watch
I to knock off my crack 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 red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the a mile away
niggaz ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the P'll hollow the
Holla at if you feel a nigga holla back
then you the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They right there, but you scared they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz 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 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, im rhyming wit one on me now
you never what clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch shit detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you met your match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun im thursty
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie
i got more bricks than that city do with
Yo i got call niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol 6-drop
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit
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
Could put a comb to my and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll out bullets
More blood that a 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 chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and every block by
is brick on I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck