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

[Swizz
(mmm, mmmm)
See don't understand us you know
Ruff is a family
Ruff Ryders... Ruff Ryders... Ryders
Lets go... Swizz

This is the darkest shit, sparkest
Hittin wit the hardest Shit, 'cause we started shit
Wit kidz I knew my friendz all turned me
Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been this
He got my back I got his, on mad niggaz
how we do bidz
It's about time to another, robbin spree
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery,
When I was up North, I was sendin niggaz home in a coffin
like 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, scared to of me
run, hit wit the hot one
From the shotgun, cats was close, how we got done

Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, wit thieves
Makin moves, to none, I locked it, uh
Made a move you got bit
Flooded wit the R, real street shit
Da blond bandit, you got gunz, hand it
my face when I bust a cannon
'cause I don't wear
Ask Drag if the is hot
pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop
We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the
scorn niggaz like mothers then we wet up their socks
red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then out
buy out bars we see fall
Believe in game, we beat y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tryin to hide, then our fire
y'alls

And you can come see me if you tryin to a gram tonight
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 givin me
One at a time, y'all start from the front of the
everybody contact me and get wit me
but still end up being mad 'cause i charge
and as for you suka, you can keep those
and Screw awardz, my son can't eat those plaques
I never was shit but some things i never
like if you spend three guaranteed to make back six
Drove the 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 know that the double R's comin for war
Wha

If you ain't to die, then why should you live?
'cause when I start bustin the guns , you hidin the
And the Pieer's still ridin on clips, survivin wit
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin or robbin the blocks
Starvin or not, the cheek, palmin the glock
I which nigga could I watch wit a watch
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
Gimmie a shank It's 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 sons if you feel a nigga holla
then you 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 they gon
Cause crazy, but them crazy niggaz bleed like us
See I'm one shot the heart like Cupid
Y'all might be crazy, but y'all not stupid
its 99 im killings you and kids
fuck scar-face watch me, im more to see
than dem that yall see on T.V.
and fuck you heard this how sheek get down
wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now
you never know clown goin ta walk into the studio
talking shit and its be more than the amster blow
I pour gas on your skin and watch your detatch
lit and book of matches now thats when you have met match
and the thing for you is to have a gun when im thursty
ill niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy
i got more bricks than that city do jersey
Yo i got cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, that'll bust you and slide
And ol 6-drop niggaz
Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz
Get knocked, say we smoked niggaz
Drug program, hit the we cop 56 mo gramz
niggaz ain't messin wit scrams
And

(come on, come on, on,)
Boy, whats the difference between fire and
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 a perm wit that
Keep shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out
More blood that a on a jailhouse footage
Buck 40, buy the 20 wit the semi, when 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 munchin on tha
bit by bit clip by clip and every by block
is brick on I got knots on knots
Cause I got that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop
And nobody gettin up, (un)less they in the wheelchair
Sittin up or spittin up, way I don't give a fuck