Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
if you targetin' 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 what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule

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

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

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

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

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

'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 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
spin the corner while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's 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
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't shit 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 favorite

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all shape and niggaz
No lie, prefer them do or die niggaz

What? What you want? starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get some? 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, dash O N, slash
on, burnin' niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catch bodies 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 ain't worth
The undertaker take ass under the earth quick, I

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