Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' 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 days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
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 My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since people was movies on Beta
Ready to clap, 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 cowards could do but
That's the reason now y'all players got chips
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggas thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Abel

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

you and your son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule one
my clip!
And I don't give a 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 ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but fold up a penny
Wanna murder cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite favorite rapper

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

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy 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 one early
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit 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 casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight

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