Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can time on
ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping guns
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

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

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

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay nasty like piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama bury me wit 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
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run 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 hoping you
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch