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
Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders
Lets go... Swizz

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me
fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my I got his, schemin on mad niggaz
Dats how we do
It's time to start 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 still
You know my style I'll put yo 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 dogz in me
Petty thugz hide yo cake, never me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
Makin moves, second to none, I it, uh
Made a sudden you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real street
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
Turn my when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll and stop
We warn niggaz that we then we hold up the block
scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores hide out
buy out bars till we see
Believe in game, we beat 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 make a gram
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin a
hot on a wave 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
everybody wanna me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i fifty
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and Screw your awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shit but things i never forget
like if you spend three your guaranteed to make six
Drove the off the lot and just dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the cats that be hatin 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 bustin the guns , 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 hustlin dope or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I figure which nigga could I watch wit a
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes
And red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at if you feel a nigga 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 that took yo
They right there, but you scared that gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one thru the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
its 99 im killings you and kids
fuck scar-face watch me, im 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 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 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 Murphy
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 some ol niggaz
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the between fire and water?
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 to my mouth and give yo bitch a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out
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
when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be than chips
wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha
bit by bit clip by and every block by block
is on brick I got knots on knots
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 they in the
up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck