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

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

This is the darkest shit, shit
Hittin wit the Shit, 'cause before 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 been this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
how we do bidz
It's about time to start another, robbin
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
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
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, cats was close, wondered how we got

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
moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street
Da hair bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my face when I a cannon
I don't wear sunblock
Ask if the fire is hot
shit pop shellz, fall feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we up the block
scorn niggaz like their mothers we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then out
buy out till we see fall
Believe in 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 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 rather be plannin a
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the 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 your awardz, my son eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i forget
like if you spend three your 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 that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ready to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And three red dice, like, me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank It's ugh
the in the front but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die
cause the P'll the guns
at sons if you feel a nigga holla back
then you swallow the

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
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 Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
than dem motherfuckers yall see on T.V.
and fuck you heard this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never know what goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more than the amster
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit
lit and of matches now thats when you have met your match
and the thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie
i got more bricks that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll 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, on, come 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 mouth and give yo a perm wit that
Keep in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a riot on a jailhouse
Buck 40, buy the 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than
wit mah hand all up in da bag 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 R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And ain't gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a