Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed
bend em back

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be makin love in her in the
Type of cat buck at house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I nice since people was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all hits, listen to our hits
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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

Catch you and son
Ya know its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner while you with dun
I clap you I clap him, and thats rule one
my clip!
And I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' until ya'll bare weapons
Im 3 years older 20, holdin a Henney
Can rip a dolla but can't fold up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka load up the
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
Like you played the don out, to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your 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 favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only wit recognized killaz
Babygirl the world, gave ya pies killaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or 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 through wit a Yukon 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 half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggas is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass unbder the quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest