Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
From the 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump when I'm 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be love in her in the mouth
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 kiss you now, die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all cowards could do but
That's the now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause everytime I turn around 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 cousin

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

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

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer ready 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 for this 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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your 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, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
up in somethin 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 chase it, I take your 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
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one nigga
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest