Luyện nghe bài hát Scenario 2000

Swizz
See y'all understand us you know
Ruff Ryderz is a
Ryderz....Ruff Ryderz...Ruff Ryderz
Lets go...Swizz

DMX
is the darkest shit, sparkest shit
Hittin wit the hardest shit, 'cause before we started
Wit kidz I knew my fuckin all turned against me
fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
He got my back I got his, schemin on mad
Dats how we do
It's about time to start another, spree
yo, my way is highway, robbery
When I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz in a coffin
Livin a orphan, you bad nigga?
be back to see if you'll be still here
You know my will put yo fuckin man, in a wheelchair
He'll never walk again, on the of me
how I left him G, scared to death of me
Niggaz run, hit wit da hot one
the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...

Eve
Yo yo,
My believe in me
Petty hide yo cake, never teasin me
I show love to, all my bitches hustlin one'z, tussle wit
Makin moves, second to none, I it, huh
a sudden move you got bit
Flooded wit the double R, real shit
Da blond hair bandit, you got gunz, it
Turn my face when I bust a
'cause I don't sunblock
Ask Drag if the is hot (Flame On baby)
Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, over and stop
We warn niggaz that we comin, we total the block
We niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socks
Red dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then out
And buy out bars we see far
In this game, we y'all, you got money?
Keep y'alls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, tear out fire
Beat

And you can see me if you tryin to
Get some gramz for the
I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white
Fuck rap yo, I'd rather be plannin the
Somewhere hot on a wave runner, wit dykes
Blowin the haze, while all of em givin me
One at a time, y'all start the front of the line
But everybody wanna me, and get wit me
And still end up bein mad 'cause I 50
And as for you suckaz, you can keep rapz
And screw yo awardz, my son can't eat those
I never was shipped but some thingz I never
Like if you three you garanteed to make back six
Drove the Benz off the lot and dusted her off
Tints, rims, stashed, tick the off
Even the catz that be hatin still be the dogz
'cause they that the double R's comin for war
Wha

You ain't ready to die, then why should you
'cause when I start the gunz you hidin the kids
And the still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricks
We on the 4th you got to die on the 5th
Like I wasnt hustlin dope or the blocks
Starvin or not, carvin the cheek, the glock
I figure which nigga I watch wit a watch
I like to knock off my crack then I off a heist
Put it together, double it twice shit is my life
Catch me wit a .45, hot of Nikes
And three red dice, like, give me the or gimmie yo face
Gimmie a It's Holiday(Uh)
The hooptie's in the but the truck is a mile away
Niggaz wanna ride tommorow when they'll probabaly die
'cause da hollow the gunz
Then holla at son (I you nigga)
And when he go to holla back, swallowin one

Y'all dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit
you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leather
They right there, but you that they gon bust
Cause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed us
See I'm one shot thru the heart like
Y'all niggaz might be crazy, but not stupid
99, I'm killin you, woman and kid
Fuck Scarface, me, I'm mo action to see
the muthafuckaz that y'all see on T.V.
And fuck what you heard, check how get down
Comes the gun, shit, I'm wit one on me now
You neva know, what clown walk in the studio
Talkin shit, and there's gon be than the amps that blow
I'll pour gas on yo skin and yo shit detach
Wit a book of matches, now when you met yo match
And the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when I'm
I'll turn niggaz more Man, than Eddie Murphy
And I deal wit mo than that city do in Jersey
I got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, bust you and slide
Wit some of 6-drop
Revolver Pop niggaz, easy Ox niggaz, get
Say I smoked detox
Drug program, hit the and cop 56 mo gramz
Y'all ain't fuckin wit the fam and dats word

Hey yo boy, whats the difference fire and water?
You drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya
And ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat
Could put a comb to my mouth and yo bitch a perm wit that
shellz in the envelopes 'cause I'll mail out bullets
More blood that a riot on a jailhouse
40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you
You gon do a 360 pretty
When I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than
Wit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this
Bit by bit, clip by and every block by block is brick on brick
So I got on knots, got thingz that'll pop yo top
And double R spot yo block wit 16 and watch y'all drop
And ain't nobody gettin up, lest in the wheelchair
up or spittin up, either way I don't give a fuck