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 be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
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 fatigues to out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
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 house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been 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 y'all cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
Give it to em at the light, Kane's cousin Abel

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

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I records, plus I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 years older than 20, a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur 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 fuck wit recognized
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your for this brown sugar
mine 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy 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 catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all 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 that keeps my head above the
Everyday I show another how a lover
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest