Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't 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 more niggas die an turn all you in the right now
Y'all can acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

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

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

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