Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a 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 bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
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 down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just 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
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until bare weapons
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
Styles P ya favorite favorite rapper

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

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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 wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so 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 shot, one nigga less
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest