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' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you ain't your spouse
I be makin love in her in the mouth
Type of cat buck at your
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me that
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
nuttin y'all cowards could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggas narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, Kane's cousin Abel

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

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

Ain't no surprise killaz, fuck wit recognized killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
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 Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
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
it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a hell of a cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my above the water
Everyday I another how a lover slaughter
Flood daughter, full 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 somethin I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass unbder the earth
I money, but the scrambles hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty is got, when niggas shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest