Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

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

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