Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You don't slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head 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
Things ain't all right now
Cause some niggas die an turn 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 down I
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor
It ain't gone be one of those just yo clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't bother to go in the an cop y'all shit
time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama bury me wit street on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or your whore
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I keep saying I'm gone after a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch