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... Ruff
Lets go... Swizz

This is the darkest shit, shit
Hittin wit the Shit, 'cause before 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 I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about to start another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
I was up North, Sing-Sing I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
Livin like a orphan, you bad
I'll be back to see if be still 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, 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
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit thieves
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the R, real street 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 that we coming then we 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 beat y'all, you got
y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then our fire
Beat

And you can come see me if you tryin to make a gram
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be a flight
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 charge
and as for you suka, you can keep rapz
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat plaques
I never was shit but things i never forget
like if you three your guaranteed to make back six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, the governer off
the cats that be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they know that the R's comin for war
Wha

If you ready to die, then why should you live?
when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the kids
And the still ridin on clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt dope or robbin the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
I to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
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 the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them that took yo leather
They right there, but you scared they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed us
See I'm one shot thru the heart Cupid
Y'all might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see
than dem motherfuckers that 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 what clown goin ta into the studio
shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on skin 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 man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and
And some ol 6-drop
Pop niggaz, easy 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, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You drown 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
More 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
i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha
bit by bit by clip 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 watch drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I give a fuck