Luyện nghe bài hát Stanley Kubrick

Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, feel bassline cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel that cat
Reverb, boom-ba-doom, yo, feel bassline cat

Yo, yo,
Boom-ba-doom, yo, that bassline cat
Yo, yo that's some, that's like, Stanley Kubrick
Stanley

The track bouncy, no-body, get more
than County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole
Cab Morada, what you gon' do we through
Fuck that, Big Dirt, the midget face 'em
Bring em to the Port house stayed on top 'em
Nobody this, I don't give a fuck, we untouched
Strictly lust for papers and live life to nuts
We're God killers, let's be
we probably gon' be - we fuckin bitches by the 100's
Why me? fight me? Try me
Why these people know me - don't like me
Society, they wanna see me dead I out
You see me in the public, I probably pull my out
Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your out
Do somethin tough guy, who the fuck wanna
of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fight
You wanna battle I'ma you can start writin
I can do that, tip the bouncers, sure we get
our gats in the club just in the action
Everybody want it, try to take my
Let's see, left chest messy, test me
Kubrick, don't stress me
R.A. the Rugged Man, the name - Rugged Man!

Ride us (Rug y'know the bitch beater)
Ride us (Suffolk County, Long Island)
Ride with us (Dead broke people)
Ride us (Dead broke white people)
Ride us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler)
Ride with us (Rest in peace Edmands)
with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland)
Ride us

Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged..
Now think about this, who us? Suffolk County
cops frisk us, they handcuffs fit us
Our wrists turn purple, that's why we act
if we die tomorrow, won't nobody miss us
Get a page in The Source maybe, if that
It's a whole town of people actin shady, I live at
We spit releasin, you don't stop
Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat beatin, bring it
You know where to find me; actin like you for me
You saw me you right by me
A true test, the Man, the tru-est
The violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed
Now it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy
Peace to Khadafi, I'ma do
They tried to stop me, way in nine-four
You look my future, I'ma probably die for it
We proud to be the lowest, low life
We your car over like Long Island steroid abusers
When they ragin, white boy caning
Let me do some explain,
Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven
The Ten Commandments, we disobeyin

with us (Dirty crusty asses)
Ride us (The whole Infamous Mobb)
Ride us (My main man Akinyele)
Ride with us (The whole white nation)
Ride with us (All the Stony kids)
Ride us (All the Port Jeff kids)
Ride us (My man Ev Casuchi)
Ride us (Capital of Crime Lords)
Ride us (Miguel the cop in the house)
Ride us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg)
Ride with us (All the artists)
with us (All the starvin artists)
Ride with us (All the artists)
with us (Rugged *echoes*)