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 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 wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suckin' my dick, and I 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 ain't sayin' shit until y'all weapons

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
tinted 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 y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
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 love a
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks over

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 hold of a bankroll, role

Catch bodies 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 shit
The undertaker take your ass 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 less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest