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 gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you
bend em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
of cat buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since people was watchin movies on
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to hits, then 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 around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggas thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Abel

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

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a jail
Ya niggas sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 older than 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
P ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey 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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll 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, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight

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