Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

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

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

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule one
my clip!
And I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your 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 flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

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

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

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

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the
Everyday I show how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies 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 shit
The undertaker your ass unbder the earth quick
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest