Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players got chips
everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, Kane's cousin Abel

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

Catch you and son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
spin corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You done screwed up and did it, to act like you with it
Came two in ur sleeves, three in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass unbder the quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest