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, might as be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
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 could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
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 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 paid for, tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since people was watchin movies on
Ready to clap, everybody me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a bill but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip your out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in your
And when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized 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 you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your for this brown 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, niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin Light a wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the 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, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I Love money, but the 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 his fuckin vest