Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump 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 on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin spouse
Cause I be makin in her in the mouth
Type of cat at your house
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 people was movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me that
Cause it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's Abel

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

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
Show me the money, I you a gun
Cocksucka!!
spin corner while you party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats number one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna Styles cocksucka load 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 up and did it, tryin to act like you with 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 rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer them do or die killaz
What? What you want? starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "Can I get some?"
your lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The 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 Light a wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what 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 your casket, throw the in it
But only half of it, cause like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight

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