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... Ryders... Ruff Ryders
go... Swizz Beatz

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause before we shit
Wit I knew my friendz all turned against me
fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
Dats how we do
It's time 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 a orphan, you bad nigga?
I'll be back to see if be still here
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in a
He'll walk 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, was close, wondered how we got done

Yo yo,
My dogz in me
Petty thugz yo cake, never teasin me
I love 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
Turn my face when I a cannon
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot
shit pop shellz, fall three feet, 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, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then out
buy out till we see fall
Believe in this game, we 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 tonight
Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or
Fuck rap yo, I'd be plannin a flight
Somewhere hot on a 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
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 some things i never
like if you spend three your guaranteed to back 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 ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I bustin 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 wasnt dope or robbin the blocks
or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glock
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a
Put it together, double it twice,this shit is my
Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of
And red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a shank It's ugh
the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile
niggaz ride tomorrow when they prolly die today
cause the hollow the guns
Holla at sons if you feel a nigga holla
you swallow the ones

(uh, uh, uh)
Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
When you should aim for them niggaz that yo leather
They there, but you scared that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed us
See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but y'all not
its 99 im killings you women and
fuck scar-face watch me, im action to see
dem motherfuckers that 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 goin ta into the studio
talking shit and its gonna be more the amster blow
I gas on your skin and watch your shit detatch
lit and book of now thats when you have met your match
and the worst thing for you is to a gun when im thursty
ill turn more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more than that city do with jersey
Yo i got call cops niggaz, I got niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And some ol niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked detox
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all niggaz ain't wit scrams
And

(come on, on, come on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
You whether drown or die off torture, yo skins of ya
And watch ya off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo bitch a wit that
Keep shellz in the 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood a riot on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
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 by clip and every block by block
is brick on I got knots on knots
I got things that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, either way I don't a fuck