Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as target 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 days in school, now a 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 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 down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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

And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin' on beta
Ready to clap, givin' 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 faggots could do but
That's the reason now y'all niggaz got shit

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

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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 spin the while 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 you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

And even when you dead, you can still 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 the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all shape and size
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like 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 of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't 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 is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin' vest