Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek bend em

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

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

Catch you and son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act you with it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can still 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 wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What? What you want? starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
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, burnin often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit in it
Catch you you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack 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, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys 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
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin