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

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

This is the darkest shit, shit
wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all against me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
how we do bidz
It's about time to another, robbin spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
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 fucking man, in a
He'll never 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, how we got done

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, wit thieves
moves, second to none, I locked it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we up the block
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up 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
Beat

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

If you ain't ready to die, why should you live?
'cause I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids
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, palmin the
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
I like to off my crack then I pull off a heist
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 but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride when they prolly die today
cause the P'll the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a holla back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz took yo leather
They there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
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 what you heard this how sheek get down
comes wit guns, shit im wit one on me now
you never know what clown ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its be more than the amster blow
I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of matches now when you have met your match
and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when im
ill niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more than that city do with jersey
Yo i got call niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked niggaz
Drug program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo
niggaz ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo of ya
And watch ya off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the 'cause I'll mail out bullets
blood that 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 you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and block by block
is brick on brick I got on knots
Cause I got that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't give a