Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might 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
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I 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 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 on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, take 'em in all and size niggaz
No lie, prefer 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 Lick your lips for this brown 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, slash
Come on, niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the block

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

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

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

And we are one whole, and niggaz 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', aight

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

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

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

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