Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff ryder nigga, 2
We show niggas the meaning of or die
So all bullshit you talking, go head nigga

You don't gotta slap me or give me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my album like kennedy jr.
crush 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 ain't got on
I want new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood now
Y'all can stop acting like that j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas that was the one
Now I'm warning y'all 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 wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn like the optimum box
No paper feud, straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping 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 a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch