Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
the days 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 dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players got chips
everytime 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 cousin

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

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you party dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I give a hell what you spit
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 weapons
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps 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 short sleeves, three in fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock and clap ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

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

The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a wit the flames comin, toastin
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
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
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, cause like 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 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 holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
bodies 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 ass unbder the earth 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 to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest