Luyện nghe bài hát Ruff Ruff

[krs-one] * voice
Think you dope? this title?
Then you better step up or step off!

foxxx]
Yo check out, all jokes aside
get busy

Word! krs-one in the house
Hah, everybody for some reason be a gangsta
You know nuttin about bein no gangsta

[freddie
up! aiyyo check this out
This is f-o-x-x-x
And guess next

Every wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ju knows dem is
They jump pon the mic, an' wan fi do it dat
But ahh, now dis a krs, me nah dat
When me open up to work, I put a on me back
Then me, fly all the emcee world
Krs, the artical, is not to be from patois*]
Fucked with, ? with, or with
Don't give a if you wanna riff
But when you say kris, derivative of kris
My lift and that ass I get with (huh)
As a of fact, I attack, hijack
Set back, your career, a quarterback
broke his back, my tongue is like a bat
Your eye'll get black, you'll need an (rrrrruff!)
I'm all that, come with whole pack
You'll be prayin to the God of
So freddie foxxx, time to get tough [uh-huh]
Just, get on the mic and get ruff,

[freddie
Soon as I flex, cause I'm about to rip up
the return of the hip-hop master, freddie the foxxx
(bo!) rappers that see me, even speak, just walk
Cause I'm the maddest in new york (hah!)
I see a rapper in the crowd that I like
I fight, so when I drop the mic
jump off the stage, bumrush your crowd to whip
(suckers) that wanna be
How I it said that a pimp'll sell his ass
If his hoe won't, but foxxx don't
Cover your chest g, you wear a bulletproof vest see
Cause I'm about to this place a motherfuckin mess
hearts on the floor as I explore
Rappers that wanted to be than number four
Number one's a spot; either you fight
Or get shot, so is what I got (bo!)
tec-9's, my uzi, ten grenades, my razor blades
And I aim to get paid!
So who step to this, don't come soft
Cause i'ma up knock niggaz off (pom! pom!)
And the cops come to get me
I'ma take a body, and bop ten cops with me
I'm and tired of hearin rappers talk smack
About nice, and who's whack, motherfuck that
They know my style, and my rep, every
That I stepped on - I was the rapper they on
But rappers keep sleepin - cause when they plant
Bombs in your house, i'ma wake you up and you
In your motherfuckin mouth, knock your out
your sons to safety, cause they're just kids
And I raise em to face me
And when get a little bigga
mark them little niggaz, and put their fingerprints
On the trigger -- double homicide, the vice
rapper and his family with no life
Yeah mr. tough and, you're full of stuff and
And freddie foxxx you bluffin
I got you in my torture and you scream
Oh God damn, it's like _silence of the
But I don't em and eat em
I take mc's to the war zone, and I defeat em
It gets much worse, every verse
As the f-o-x-x-x, hurts!
Punishes, stomps, smashes, crushes,
You suckers my name!
Aiyyo kris! I'm long enough (say what? )
Get on the mic and get ruff,

This is the year I go all out (why? )
what I'm all about (and)
I don't eat with the sauerkraut (cause)
Because I eat pork from the tail to the snout
(well it) get on down, to the hip hip hop
Before I start, to scott larock! (word)
Now let me drop the style that has
Cause many mc's believe they're rappin
lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity
This is not, hip-hop is meant to be (word up)
I unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street
For the kids, with a on their feet
(kick it) I don't compete, I defeat and ya
Then critique ya, all mc's retreat, here the t'cha
suckers like smuckers
Hittin on, on, shittin on, flippin on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm the movie _aliens_
I inside your right hand man, when you think you got me
Bam! my head comes out your
A mutilated of nastyness
Chunks of flesh, yes krs on the slaughter
Specialize in rhyme style, you simply add water
Evian, I pull the string
Ring-ding-ding,
Back in the days, I wrote +south
The juice crew got stomped, lick two
Pom! pom! it was magic's fault
Always diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a sucker dj on
Soupin up mc's to on song
wrong, but in any event, I drop the classic
In the original it ain't plastic
Everybody know, bdp, is fantastic, burn acid
Credit card plastic, stretch elastic
Love and respect is the
Bam! in motherfuckin face
Krs in the
I never liked to bitches and hoes anyway
(fi-yah!)

foxxx]
Well you I like hoes, cause I'm a mack
But I like the wack tracks, youknowhati'msayin?
And for all your out there
underestimate the militant mack, get the bo-zack
You know what I (word) word!

You why?
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, you know dem a
posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dey is wack

[freddie
Yes.. fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-two you suckers * *

Motherfuckers! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! * to fade *