Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

You gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it when you gotta 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 to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear and listen to carl thomas
Puff and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

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

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

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