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 gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that niggas can climb on
worry bout why I ain't got mine on
I want new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like nigga j gone squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
Read to kill, worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no the cops
I want my shit back like flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay nasty like piss
If you here the p spitting it's a ass song
When I die mama bury me wit clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me my weed or fucking your whore
my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I pop children
But I got no problem a bitch