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' crack a nigga, as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well 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 hotshots ain't got blocks, muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced 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 windows on the of my Jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed
Sheek bend em

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

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

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

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 them ready do or die
What? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I uhhh...

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash Comma, burnin niggasz often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause like 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 catch a hell of a cause my fire retirin, aight then

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