Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a
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 paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
bend em back

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

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

you and your son
Ya know when its
Show me the money, I 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 you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the hell you can get
Cuz I sell records, plus I got a record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shhhh until ya'll bare
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla bill but can't fold up a
Wanna Styles cocksucka load up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the steps out
Like you the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
Came two in ur short sleeves, three in your
And even when you dead, you can flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, back and clap ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

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

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, often Comma, burnin niggasz often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggas is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin I can't control
get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick
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