Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff ryder nigga, 2
We niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all bullshit you talking, go head 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 deal wit my enemies
I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing you can tell time on
ain't all good right now
Cause some niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming outside cause gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas that was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't bout no doctor bill
It ain't be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up 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
time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama bury me wit street on
drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a