Luyện nghe bài hát Rugged Neva Smooth

(4x)
It's the Out Posse
Rugged neva
M fuckin O P on the move

[ Lil' ]
The M.O.P.'s about to run you couldn't shun this
I'm leavin rappers with the
Because I got no feelings, I done
you propers, we comin right
And now we (take money money)
Yeah, you right
Fame's removin MC's like terpentine
Droppin that that MC's couldn't search and find
Not even if you was a
I'm a bad - nah! let me
Yo Bill, hold me down,

[ Billy ]
M O fuckin P keep it rugged
can't touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
Ain't changed, it's Billy and Lil' Fame
Still your brain
Yeah! the thang thang
team keepin it phat
How about some
(Yeah! we like it raw) here is more of
be amazed if you're left in a daze
M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps behave

[ Lil' ]
I'm ready and all for you niggaz wanna get it on
Cause when we get it on, only is gettin torn
up and down, that was for all em niggas
With gang truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half, can't get with math
Or the ruggedness niggaz be on the ave
So get the cash out, I put glass out
the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you catch a mash out
They fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got your mama hippin and on it
And a nigga make a record
Bitches be like: fuck Mystic, they get dick and go naked
Billy Danze pass the smoke and I ain't gonna smoke I choke
I'ma smoke I croak
I call bluff when I puff the lala
Then I put to rest like boom bye bye
I snap will I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When I rap do I get busy, (no doubt)
Is M.O.P. motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the fuck them niggaz talk
Don't me jack or disrespect sumthin
The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna wreck
we show em and prove that the M.O.P. is the move
We keep it rugged neva

[ Billy ]
Aiyo! take it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained we came
We're international, niggaz know the
I'm Billy (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!)
I the 1-5-4 fuckin 5
M.O.P., and you know we stay strapped
So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be back
I hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift
I'm bugged, you can catch a slug from my
I put herbs out of they
And a niggaz in hip hop with props cant't get with me
I had my name ever I was a little kid
For all the ill Hill I done did
been down for years and years to come
The nigga that hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, stand
(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, Mr. Billy Danze
I realize, that real guys take a look at our size
But there's more than what meets eyes
From Monday through motherfuckin
M.O.P. will be that motherfuckin gunplay