Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff ryder nigga, 2
We niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all bullshit you talking, go head nigga

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your on
I'm to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff and hide and we coping more guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we getting plenty of
Go head you we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head though go head really though
Go head you know we plenty of hos
Go you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you we coming from y-o
Go head truly go head really though

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the
And I don't hear a raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I pop children
But I got no problem a bitch