Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You as as well target a box

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta 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 don't gotta 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, it's to you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue your spouse
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me

'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit

'Cause every time I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes Harold

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Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you with dun
I you, I clap him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all weapons

And even when you dead, you can still get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise niggaz, fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all shape and niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? Lick your lips for brown sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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I be the D R, A G, O N, slash often
on, burnin' niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty

it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin' to me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the in it
But only of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

It's my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for over lunches

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin'
Caught up in somethin' that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick, I

Love money, but the hot
So I snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest