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, might as be a head
if you targetin' the L.O.X.
You might as as well a box

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the days in school, now a motherfucker

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 blow out chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

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
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin' y'all 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
that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, Kanes cousin Harold

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

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

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

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

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck 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
Come on, burnin' often
call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

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

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

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send casket, throw the sack 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 blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker 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 shot, one nigga less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin' vest