Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', 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 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 hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

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

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

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

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

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

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you
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' 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., your favorite favorite rapper

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

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

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

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
I to a degree 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 your suits on

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
Black 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 y'all is one slash two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

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

Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quick, I

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