Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could 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 nine 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 on the side of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all 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 thats narrow, I 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I you I clap him, and thats rule 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 jail
Ya ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip your out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur sleeves, three in your 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 rappers favorite

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

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see what summer's
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, hurry Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of 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
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, then

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