Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff ryder nigga, 2
We show niggas the meaning of or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go nigga

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting that nigga j gone squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly go head really though
Go head you we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping of shows
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go truly though go head really though

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You wanna hope on our and go whilly yo bikes
And ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I don't a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a