Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

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

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

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