Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all 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
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby be on the daily, ain't no poppin a trunk
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 bitch you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me that
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
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I records, plus I got a jail record
Ya ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka up the semi
Im at your mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A ryda that'll ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite favorite rapper

no surprise killaz, only fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies killaz
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for 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, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

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