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 gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump 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 em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our
nuttin y'all cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, Kane's cousin Abel

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 while you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule 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 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
murder Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, 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 that'll smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers favorite

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies 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 comin at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

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