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, might as well be a
Cause if you 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 y'all got
Ya ain't got blocks, ?llabuta? 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 dont gotta fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some 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 wipe down the on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you
Sheek em back

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

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

Catch you and son
Ya when its done
me the money, I show you a gun
Cocksucka!!
SP'll corner while you party with dun
I clap you I him, and thats rule number one
my clip!
And I give 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' shhhh until bare weapons
Im 3 years older than 20, holdin a
Can rip a dolla bill but can't up a penny
Wanna murder Styles cocksucka up the semi
Im at your baby mom house, on the climbed out
you played the don out, bout to rip your arms out
You screwed up and did it, tryin to act like you with it
two in ur short sleeves, three in your fitted
And even you dead, you can still flinch and get it
A ryda that'll smack ya, cock back and ya
Styles P ya favorite rappers rapper

Ain't no surprise killaz, only fuck wit killaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, them ready do or die killaz
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"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 Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders!

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin niggasz
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you see what summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to me, what 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 you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all 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 Backdraft my fire retirin, aight then

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