Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

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

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

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