Luyện nghe bài hát Ruffest Ryders

The present!

Yo, yo, yo!
Ayo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
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 double what got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ?llabuta?
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps 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 laced in 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every you grabbed
Sheek em back

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

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

Catch you and son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll spin corner you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I don't give a what 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 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 cocksucka load up the semi
Im at baby mom house, on the steps climbed out
Like you played the don out, bout to rip your out
You done screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you it
Came two in ur short sleeves, in your fitted
And even when you dead, you can still and get it
A that'll smack ya, cock back and clap ya
Styles P ya rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit recognized
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, take em in all and size niggas
No lie, prefer ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey starin at me
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin at me "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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!

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

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin businessmen for over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Wasted, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take ass unbder the earth quick
I Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, when niggas shot, one less
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest