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

[Swizz
(mmm, mmmm)
See don't understand us you know
Ruff Ryders is a
Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff 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 against 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
Dats how we do
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 know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a
He'll never again, on the strength of me
how I left 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
thugz hide yo cake, never teasin 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
wit the double R, real street shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I wear 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 we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then 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 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 a flight
hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em me brains
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
wanna contact me and get wit me
but still end up being mad i charge fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and your awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some i never forget
like if you spend three guaranteed to make back six
the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the cats be hatin still be lovin the dogs
Cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't ready to die, then why should you
'cause when I start the guns , you hidin the kids
And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, 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 is my life
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
a shank It's Holiday ugh
the in the front but the truckers a mile away
niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when prolly die today
the P'll hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a holla back
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem in them crowd niggaz and hit whoever
When you should aim for them niggaz that took yo
They right there, but you that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot thru the like Cupid
Y'all niggaz be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck scar-face me, im more action to see
dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V.
and fuck what you heard this how sheek get
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know what goin ta walk into the studio
shit and its gonna be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your shit
lit and book of matches now thats when you met your match
and the worst for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie
i got more bricks than that city do 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
Y'all ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the between fire and water?
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a wit that
shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood 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 hand all up in da bag on tha shit
bit by bit clip by clip and block by block
is brick on brick I got knots on
Cause I got things pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, (un)less in the wheelchair
Sittin up or up, either way I don't give a fuck