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 gon' crack a nigga, 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 what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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 My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek bend em

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just 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 its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you 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, back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

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

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin 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, guy I'll 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, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a cause my fire retirin, aight then

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