Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go nigga

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I want some new shit, I want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some
Y'all gon make me lay something down I
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

Go head you know we getting plenty of
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head though go head really though
Go head you we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head though go head really though

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

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay nasty like hallway
If you the p spitting 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 speaking out of it it a lot
But I was wit the savages, kicking the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
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 this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop
But I got no kidnapping a bitch